The oscillating, vapid dim
drowning in nuanced, enveloping black
unseen but recognized
in the pith of horizonless vision
The hum of suffocating spirals
betwixt sheets of mischievous dimensions
What is and isn't there
what can and cannot
contorting and twitching
'neath the blur of lightless dark
The clutch of corporeal need
remiss to the quandary of flesh
As the drumming bellows of pulse subside
and the apparition revokes it's rind
The boiling stasis of purgatory
croons the death of time itself"