These structures
Like the abstract
Lugging me along into a void
Trust me it isn’t as dark as it sounds
Nor is it empty and dull
What if I said it is Full
To the brim?
There was a time when chronic intellect
Was the aim of the day..
Now al I seem to care is to care not!
These structures, the constructs, the constraints
Looking like connections
But being decoys
Somehow, now - they stand decoded!
And I was supposed to scribble in silence
Dabble in space…
But here I go…
LuvVersing..
Ceasing to fast forward or reverse!
