Some Something lurks, is hid’n your everyday
Life forbidden. Nestled, buried, burned
From books unlearned cast off and then spurned.
But shatter’d waves will crash and crest then save,
Some ice will crack in heat the heat of raves
Or bodies babble barely audible turned
To Three a.m. haunts the ecstacy was earned
Not effortlessly a caution winds its way
To Mouldering skeletons in midnight’s hour
Done Raised fleshy, bent, the dance of the spent.
The Rules are broke by turning nothing to something,
Because the nerves are tangled, mangled, bored
Electric neurons hover over dents in
The Ice. And Nothing sings wide in the Darkling.