It’s strangeland, Those cracks; They opened, They swallowed, I fell through, I clawed; With my anger, With my hope; Until the darkness ate them too. So I walked into it, And finding no ground; I floated and sank, Floated and sank…. I met a listener; Who asked me who I am, What my greatest loss is, What I want to be, What I fear. I didn’t know. So I kept going, She gave me biscuits of light, I ate them. I buoyanced. Sometimes my angel said Wake up N, wake up, Let’s play, Build a house. The darkness breaks, Light bursts in through the voice I walk to the light, The darkness melts, It concedes to a bubble of light, Hovers in the background instead, So I walk for a few hours Sheltered in a world Of cars, small jiggles, imaginary homes. Then I go back, Submerging into Lovecraft and Eldritch Tested darkness, To keep the abyss away. Sometimes escaping Into dreams of hope and strength; Searching for anger, Trying to fly Away from the hovering darkness. Sometimes I tested The firmaments of darkness, Finding none to define it None where I could stop. And sometimes in my dreams I fall and awake into pain But it had no firm So my flesh became a dimension Of darkness. Sometimes other darknesses Floated by with people Scrambling to find their footing I reach out But my darkness grew darker Into a dense stillness So I shouted out Tell them it passes We’ll emerge. There was love Told me it will pass Told me to hang on Held me when it could Told me it would pass Told me to hold tight If darkness has no firm Then I will wake to myself Again. Sometimes I found callous mouths, Where despair flowed through; Thick and choking. Running away- Plugged them. Sometimes my companions Teased me out of darkness With hugs and love With kisses and intoxication. Darkness tears a window, For a moment. And so I walked And stumbled; Losing my way to myself I graveled for inspiration To kill the darkness; And found nothing To awake to. But I found my fears Found places where I sank. Found happiness Too hard to drink. Scary faceless people Whose insides Were emptier than Clothes in the closet. I chewed my emptiness, Howled in pain; And the darkness Flowed away; Still hovering, There, a part of me now - No longer formless, And I know it And I know it passes.