• Warning! Warning! Evidence of Art!
    Ship ready to split apart!

    Due to overuses of the creative hand
    See the thoughts apart, buried in sand
    Rusty pipelines yielding, ship is discharged.
    Percentage of death at is all time large

    Empty hulls shatter into papers of work
    What was once a ship of acrobatically flying is soaring in berserk
    Knowing the answer:
    I am dead like Cancer

    Into the maelstrom my ship has be destroyed
    Now in the maelstrom there is papers in a void
    Floating here like a piece of space junk
    Of poems and stories I have sunk

    This. Is. Not. The. End.
    I can live through this, I comprehend
    I know why I am floating here
    In this vast knowledgeable whirlpool I do not fear.

    So I thrive.
    Into the spaces of the work to survive.
    Reading endless through this lost frontier.
    Knowing now: I am the Maelstrom Pioneer.