teetering
to and fro
uncertain footing
staring into
the boötes void
which is the
truest representation
of a poet’s soul
an overgratuity
where various
seething pools
of emptiness
congregate in a
coagulation of
whispering woes

i am the darkness
teasing with waves
of inebriated
nothingness in a
consensually swaying
obsolescence where
deepest desires
deteriorate dully
into dogmatic dissent

a gap in your vision
igniting hadron
collisions in a
kaleidoscopic madness
of scattered quarks
gently tickling the
turbulent tenacity
threading truth into
terminal timidity
as the universe wobbles
at the edge of the
boötes void where it
bleeds into forever