that's how you came,
and that's how you'll be
paint on a canvas
wild, in front of me

mind clashing and
dancing, feelings
from up above, or
from the deepest dark
gutters of endless belows

you are something else
and I'm nothing of the sort
you'll have me in shackles
and bandages in short

but a bruised up
toothless smile
will rest
for a while

on the drifting
dreamer
Crawling for miles

protons smashing
mingling, mingling
Receiving

in space made
in randomness
and darnkess's embrace

but there's no sense to
make of what's happening
to me

I could go on
for hours
and you still wouldn't see

these things come from
nothing,
these things soon to be

from dimensions
unknown,
from foreign clearings

a fraction
of seconds
For fractured
Moments

suspended in
time
in existing randomness

we can't control
how we came to be

but it's your choice to
make,

it's up to you to hear me