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