Echoes Down the Rabbit Hole
Tyler Joseph Wiseman
Funny how you called it
a yellow brick road,
to me it’s the color of lightning
flashing off of rain soaked
black-top highways-
foreboding, rattling
with the death knell
of a spiritual regeneration
Somehow even the sweetness
of this swan song refreshes me
the way your melody always has,
like the way salt crystallizes
on your cheeks, or the rainbow
drinks up clouds and sunshine alike-
solving of it’s elemental chemistry
rarified innocence
Look like, after my tempest,
after the top heavy weariness,
and all that’s to be done has been said
when the tiles soak up the sun again
those bricks are golden
