Platforms teeming

with wayward beasts,

the vines that dangle

saucy flowers,

ascending to oblivion's

favorite hatch.

Merciless fibers

of nonexistence

clawing at the foil of the hull

that blinks in fractured space.

An eye that looks out

wanting teeth.

Furs whipping around

the void mouth

in the hollow background

stirring the wrath of creation

from an empty cup.