when im off alone
i dream of off beaten worlds
of broken promises,
of empty words,

for not a word, outlining meaning, and yet anew
[and not alive
and not/yet a 'self']

3 pence an apple,
when apple costs a system.
vast casting networks,
broadcast to nothing.

behind light is its shadow
through the dark are its friends
expression of bubbles speaks volume
from inside looking out.

As the cursed dark creeps
With subtle insidious deception,
Contorting night in haunting silence,
The wind decrepitates the sky
with a force of imbuing entropy!
Carving rivers of air currents,
Weaving paths of discontinuity,
Stretching space curve.

Rain confetti smears the night
weaving patterns that emulate the stars.
As dancing moonlit shadows
Imbue incandescent outlines,
Projecting consciousness,
In entangled controlled chaos--
A depth of enigmatic energy obscures.

Light races to trace sharp boundaries,
Stitching streams of plasma
To electrify illuminations,
Ruminating in a enchanted daze
Of irrational delusions,
Tethered by the brief existence
Off the pulsing beat of an empty life.

A man somber towards hopelessness.

Go back, black man.
You lack, sad man.
Bring glad, mad man.
You'll see, what man.

Touch base, relate; express no hate.
Let fate expel them back to hell.
Be free, unhinge, break chains, infringe.
These bonds persists--the class dismissed.

Freedom found below
The empty spaces--the soul.
Conscious effort--
The Unconscious fold.