the diamond smile under the bridge
(echoing in you, not so hollow after all, eh?)
(don't describe it, say
WHAT IT IS)

Blank page or a prison
bars holding you in or
keeping you out?
Both, yes
It's a torus.
Not grass, but the
back of a beast, groggy and
with no plans to wake up
any time soon (the clarity
(my god, it's full of *)
)