Roadside....

If my brain was a flat plain,
tarred gently on patches of roads
that make up the little city embedded within,

on the roadside,
you'd find
hawkers and salesmen,
jokers and watchmen,
onlookers and passers-by,
scavengers and pedestrians.

Somewhere on the roadside,
you'd see silhouettes
that pervade the 'existants';
they levitate, oscillate and vibrate
along the spaces and cavities
and
suddenly
the road seems to follow their swirly path.

On the roadside
and everywhere else
there are those little ghosts
that seal thought in bubbles of transparency
and transport them away from the confines of reality -

into a timeless, spaceless and an inexplicably beautiful vacuum
of you, me and absolute nothingness! :)