An arrow across The abyss struck my heart and I caught on fire.
Never were true words Spoken. What is manifest Is illusion. The Real poem is so Indescribably perfect, Just imagine it.
Radiologists, Not drone doctors staring at Computer screens, but Antibodies. We’ve Been shrunk, and are conducting Diagnostics so Your exo-suit can Get back in the
Crystal palace isSparkling, made from metal beerCan twisted at night.
Targeted by threeFarmers, I fled to kingdomSubterranean. By tunnel I tookTheir sustenance to feed myKith and kin, the ones For whom I cared. Theywatched my
Was your mummy’s tomb Despoiled? Was your sacred Burial plot robbed? We can all agree That mistakes were made. That’s why Pencils, erasers … You