Vast substantial voids fill
the spaces between us
as vales between mountains lie
and sad whimpers fill the night
The sky is pock’d with stars
and under night’s black veil
superficial desires breed
like goblins in the growing dark
Like universes yet unfilled
by stories of heroes or villains
a thousand pages, blank,
a million words, unwritten–
A novel thought from a fool.
What sounds could we sing
in a land so strange, with hands
cut off and tongues cloven to throats?
thick dark shadows of cataphatic knowledge
encapsulate, surround, and bind
my true intentions; my cruelty, sublime.