Wizard Grid, surreal English poetry

The wizard was a seeker
Who spent too long
Delving into enigmas
And perched atop riddles
Gazing at the stars
He talked gibberish
To all intents and purposes
His thought a multifarious
Cacophony of frenetic concepts
Running helter skelter
Randomly without bounds
His consciousness fanatically adrift,
In doubt, hopelessly lost, abandoned

What did i see in the enigma?
What did they cost you, those stars?
What knowledge did he attain?
Who am i, thinking?
How exactly did i fry this brain?
Just what started the time bomb ticking?
Why break the glass?
Set the alarm screaming?

i saw a chariot of jubilant devils
Drawn by Hell's fiery hounds
A universe in discord
Returned a smile that lied and frowned
He perceived men feed on each other
In the name of greed
A dead field of souls
Living only to bleed
i sickened of slaving
To the whip cracks of rigmarole
The sacrifice of spirit's
Sacred covenant
On the altar of corrupted need

i simply looked away
Anywhere. . . to the stars
Twinkling serenely under my study
Revealing their myriad secrets
Winking back at me
i was reversed and cursed
In the mirror
Never to reveal the treasure sensibly
All truth in fragments
To which no lucid words
Nor coherent concepts
Could hope to do justice
i saw a magenta n' crimson panda
In a Luna lander
Long John Silver riding Apollo 13

And now. . .
Now i see a vortex of danger
This wizard in a grid
i see a stranger in distress
On a hiding to nothingness
And he stared back into
The vexed void of me

i see a sorcerer riding headlong,
To the slaughter
Jubilantly, on a chariot
Drawn by Hell's baying hounds.

Every fresh purple n' lavender dawn breaks
Like an egg's golden yolk on my fate
Each orange n' pink sunset a grid-lock
Marking the shrinking span of my finite time
my futile quest for meaning

i get the distinct feeling
The universe draws perverse pleasure
In taunting me with its awful abundance
Of nothingness and matter
As i shiver solitary
Down here on brutal Earth's
Urine-soaked bus shelter
Begging for an escape
Gibbeting at the apes.

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