Instance Creeping

  *so what's the speed of dark?



Creeping along the edge, our universe

expanding this same manner

popping up within galaxies

vacuums void, infer life

stars dust shaken, yanked in thrust

Black hole gardens, destruction


Diligent

 Apocalyptic

   Raging

     Kaon-s


The man headed home, dragging feat

fates delayed by way of pharmacy

screaming foul swift winds, cursing

sends in the rush of an unfed junkie

fixing the man with a glazed over stare

squeezing a throat now gasping for air


    Driving

  Actual

Ramped

Killing