Assorted verse, analyses, opinions and instructions on how to improve the Multiverse.
Speed’s need feed’s speed’s need
All about is empty space
Diminished returns
Standing, an icicle
Isolate, ice about
Concealing a flame
Yes, love is a drug,
A panacea in fact,
Pure but hard to find.
Wish upon a star.
Should it then fall and crush you,
You’ve pissed off a god.
Green seemed all the land
Emerald fed the eye, while
Bones ‘neath moss did lie
Callous disregard
States fall into disrepair
Because no one cares
