Sitting in dense humid fog,
Close to zero.
Smoking one,
Writing Poems To The Void.
Nothing.
My Everything.
Maker I Never Wanna Meet –
Yet tell The Void Goodnight,
Only Crooked Moon & Ilk,
As Witness.
Not even them,
So hidden my Easter Egg Allusions.
Ten Walls Of Audiences,
Multiversals In Bloom.
Only Crooked Moon & Ilk, As Witness.
