Word Salad, surreal English poetry

Word Salad was a seeker
After an elusive something
Who passed too much time
Delving into mirrors
And perched on roof slates
Gazing at the stars
He talked gibberish
His sentences a multifarious
Cacophony of concepts
Running helter skelter
Through our language
Randomly without bounds
Verbal white water rapids
Enthused froth of verbs and nouns

i saw a chariot of magenta clowns
Drawn by unicorns
i saw a smile that frowned
The universe in concord
A harmonious machine
i saw Gods laughing and dancing
A black field of souls
Twinkling serenely under my study
Revealing their myriad secrets
Winking back at me
i was reversed and cursed
In the mirror
All truth came as fragments
To which no coherent concepts
Do transcendental justice
i saw a purple and crimson panda
In a luna lander
Long John Silver riding Apollo 13
i saw a vortex of danger
A wizard deadlocked in a grid
i saw a dreadlocked stranger in distress
On a hiding to nothingness
Perplexed and seeking refuge
The stranger then entered into
The vexed core of me

Dawn broke like an egg's golden yolk on my fate.

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