underneath the puddle
whose cauldron it is in
something's missing

a foot three deeper
new branches lay
forcefully shed

              but for a moment
              at a midway point
              it looked complete
              its mirrored version

a mirrored version
it'll hunt
it'll yearn for
and break the mirror

the skies will take it far and wide
paint the skies its color fallen
the rain reflecting
if but for a moment.

god forbid you see the mirror
if but for a moment.

the aquatorium’s legends speak
of a Captain Punishment
who takes with him
every recruit

his ship breaks waters uncharted
but familiar to all
the stars turn innavigable
yet constellations make image
we never see again yet never forget
and his harbours and ports?
oh dear
to his ports I've been
to his ports I've been

and you, young punk
may fret and yell all you want
but you'll too disembark
oh you'll too disembark.

Since I climbed up this hill
I see past the sea or a steppe:
a great fire! burning the leftovers
of grease and filth
that created this scorched earth;

I can only pray
it spreads over here too.

By the meadow a jigsaw puzzle gets completed
Basked in moonlight from the mountain
Left and right, pieces go, left and right.

All the naughty caterpillars and the bugs
Share their naughtiness crawling through the pieces:
Left and right, they spread, left and right.

Such naughtiness is best kept secret!
Even if the darkness makes no promise
It's best kept hidden in its arms!
Left and right, nothing goes, left and right.

City lights blazed past completely indefenseless
shooting a futile attempt at yet another imprisonment
reminding only the fuel for how we came...

...Sun’s crescendoed, seeing us short-of-breath,
short-of escape, they brought their reckless justice:
but this is it, this is where it ends,
and they’ll take what we wished.

the universe is here
yet the world is not

i walked by people, they started new lives
i couldn't start it though. never bothered why bother now
the little i had is now gone
having paid for some heretic's vice

the universe is here
yet the world is not

left to walk about, look at stuff, even record it
no journaling will stop it
from blurring into utter mush
how'd it even get back there?

the universe is here
yet the world is not

floating in a fishy tuna can
kinda like the very thing it was made to look like
that i pretended to like to hunt back there
no home, no hope, no tat

the universe is here
yet the world is not

“of course we're better—look at what they've done”
is an argument i’ve lost against myself not once
better avoid them for safety's sake
just gonna wear this funny hat

the universe is here
yet the world is not

fishy fishy fishy fishy

the universe is here
yet the world is not

Noise and **** are all that’s coming through the window
as life is left dead and bare
Suppressed by screams of the ever present towers
like a wolf over a legless hare.

“Watch it!” you scream from the other bridge
as boxes take your view away
“Watch up!” they scream from above your field
as someone takes their breath away

The only thing to think of
at the dawn of another day.