Phosphor inside tungsten inside cotton
Biospheres in blueprints of the gods
Linen upon concrete upon concrete
Murder of a crown in quiet nods
Reach into the hat and pull a rabbit
Try your hand again and find the ace
If you dare, then thrust yourself into it
See with your own eyes the rabbits’ place
Space with something in it is expected
Nothingness with nothing is as well
But when you find a nothing’s filled with something
Well, personally, I don’t kiss and tell
Poems inside poems inside poems
Crashing leaves in seas of dirt and bark
Bodies upon body upon body
Pages of a play in theatres dark