gonna test the waters with a poem of mine here, ppl like it, go with it, make your own, use parts of my ideas, output your soul into text.

entitled, multi verse fuck

infinite folding realities, inside my looking glass mirror.
me looking inward. crunching forward into shadow reflection. quicksilver, like invisible entrance finds. quicksilver, bending quantum minds.
quicksilver, quickest of the quick kinds.
bending light casm verses, signing god's name with a mushroom print, nothing sacred, nothing lost,nothing right, your scared, your loss.
ultimate star dust, playing in a black hole liquid pool, charging super saiyan for a battle that's never coming.

Heres my own contribution.(If anyone gives a toss)


Today


Still no sign.
The interrogative surface
the bubbling veins of lava
expanding, contracting tectonic plates.
Still no sign.
The flashing red L.E.D
the cold surgical shimmer
steel, tempered and polished.
Bad contact.
The thumbprint on the photo
the poisonous rain
still, no sign.