abyssia

doubtful you'll ever see
the likes of me
enter your tent...
be glad.
only a prelude
am i
to what will come
and then...
not even your teeth
so white
not even your shoes
so shiny
not even your... hat
floppy, moppy, grass...
turn away
breathe, if you can
go in sin
go in awe
a child knows better
not a word.
shrugged off
un-settled
chain and rope and
duct tape for fingers...
idle fingers hold
power.
idol fingers hold
dust.
some things
are better left said
horror
and becoming
boxes, billions of boxes...
they say we shall
we shall breathe clean
we shall be one
eternal...
polish your teeth
and your shoes
don your hats and
be off!
your time is done.