DiscomfortzoneA Poem by WhiteRabbitSyllabic VerseThese malevolent spirits Traveling incognito Hidden well behind the I's Random singularities Pulling out an existence From the slightest attentions Brief Intoxicant fixes These busted knuckle divers Conceal event horizons From which there is no escape Spaghettification kings For every burned out star seated on a padded stool Another is hovering Beyond the vanishing point © P.M.H 2/07/21 © 2022 WhiteRabbit |
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Added on February 7, 2021 Last Updated on April 17, 2022 Author
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