Shangri-La

And they say that who we
were meant to be is often  
prohibited by  
the toxicity of this planet  
yet it isn’t casual forbearance or  
intestinal understanding but  
consciousness  
who still remains  
the heavy weight contender for  
density, so the poet  
passes through various  
burst centers: entities, as he writes  
much in the same way as  
that bending of the    
Shangri-La overpass-  
yielding  
semipermeable  
record information:  
experience in a  
fraction of time it takes for that  
refraction to recognize  
not the encompassment’s  
optical pitch-    
only it’s  
estimation for  
the light excursion  
thinning  
those prism veils  
upon reaching the soul; as an  
eerily curbing gateway.