Dark Space.


Too often do I make

Passive mentions about my outlier

Without giving it much attention,

That elseworld portal

Suction force equivalent

To that of, a hull breach, at light speed

I reserve for the over ambitious;

Need someone to drag down with you?

I’ll gesture that you move along

As that dark space, sieved from my collection

Of pocket dimensions, derailed

From my persistent train of thought

And realm of existence

Will be your new home. 

– Original-Dante ©2017

Photograph by: Oer-Wout


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