I have become a walker A walker between worlds In a monotonous night of questions Answered but not explained ****** of loneliness On a blank page parade themselves Providing invitations to dust I wonder in a city of night Trying to escape from The threat of nothingness A flame of living to disrobe a false life To dispel darkness in the three realms Here I meet a raven In pursuit of tenebrous dreams Whose shadow soft illusion lights The colour of which eludes/ I question this Poe Bird But the Raven keeps its tongue In Quiet seclusion While it weaves non color Into a an iridescent arch A black rainbow that now has The purchase of my vision Makes colors flee in terror Leaving me despondent And devoid of proper thought