CAMELOT FANTASIES

Broken fragments
Particles floating in the abyss
Inert in their energy
Sparkling in the dark
Fathomless are the heights + depths
Cavernous in the ink like dwelling
Shards of light seep through the cracks
Mass seems concrete secure
Yet streams prove it's an illusion
Chipped away
Speedily rushing through
The galaxies of fright
Wallowing through the dark
Is a conscious plight
Ultimately knowing
I'm an extension of the unknown
Justifying there is no validation
Ultimately stark reality
I know nothing
In the vast stretch of
Nothingness

~Divine