vision quest via the red crystal

I found my own
  philosopher's stone
at the end of my lost highway
   which is also the beginning or its clone
unmasked as a wry stray
circling around to stay
with the rest
 
strangely relaxed
   within consubtext
a metanoid transmission
   my eyes got closed and I wait for the next
transforming prevision
and to focus to scan
all the rest
 
I place the word
   feeling so allured
to dive right into this poem
   prophetic sparks occurred and reblurred
every way to know them
and so I rhyme to stem
from the rest