A Sea Of Metamorphosis

The sea of colors bleed into each other
And a wave wants to roll
It's just that it is more viscus

It is different in context
It is a new avant guarde

The eyes find it breath taking
My heart is in a swoon

Are the fish being swollen in sugar
Are ships' propellers clogged with butterscotch
Am I alive in a Christmas story
Can I die in this dream
I think I could
What an exciting convocation

For my tombstone

My eye lids are sticky
My gluttony seems over the top
And pastry is on the horizon
Is this a diabetic hysteria
Wouldn't it be something to live
In a world of oceans of sugar
Turvy would supersede Topsy