You will  find me  
Just east of infinity.

Lying in the grass at
The outskirts of forever.

The decaying wooden sign
Above the hard flesh that

Has been housing my degenerate
Brain for the past 18 years, reads…

“Welcome to Evermore.”

A town grown from dirt.

Where gracefully savoring one’s
Last taste of oxygen is the only

Way to take back the concept
Of being alive. Existing outside

The opaque glass box that
Modern minds maintain.

You must imitate young Alice.
And fling fragile fingers through

The looking glass.
  
This is where I wait.
Wavering just north of Neptune.