It’s nightfall, or at least it festers till daybreak.
Beyond my understanding -That’s an understatement.
Don’t see anything that passes these drapes.
Curtains so still, so certain – bars that hang.
Look closely, you’d see a serpent – bare it’s fangs.
Crooked Carpets like the Ironed Curtain – a barren land.
Hard and stone cold, sapping bones brittle.
Doesn’t matter your age, you sleep fetal.
In here, an infant – infinitely. Till you out there – indefinitely.
My Thoughts r vivid, so explicit, there’s no other cos I don’t mimic.
Makes you livid, or leave it, it’s how you perceive it.
See, if you’re undecided, you best pivot.
For the unbeliever, stat, believe it
Cut me and look, it’s fact,
I bleed it I sowed weeds and I was trippin
Now I plant seeds and I’m reapin it
A frog that goes leapin and ribbit
-Jon Lau 15 July 2021