Punctuation in Reality (I am just too busy to hear the start)

Wine,
horizon,
shooting colored light;

I,
dazzled and amazed,
watch the spectacle;
it disappears into the abyss below,
from where I am standing, on high:
cliff, distance, blackness.

One thought can run for miles;
I can try to chase it (I think) ,
will I win (I think) ? (abbreviated)

I might run anyway (I think), it looks like fun (I think).

Gulp..(Wine)

Attached, stifled breath, bag, rocks, light….
Dragged across the rocky terrain, left for dead.

Face: sunburned, bearded fellow, seeing through
fateful prisms; staggering, wandering, no direction.

Heartbeat ( … … … … ), are you there?
Motorcycle, diner, “may I help you?”

Distortions, blended, stirred, sedimented… in→to mind;
how to move convention to institution;
flex the mind from the natural to the theoretical attitude?

Anomalies abound, I lose the upper hand (I think).