I crank up
my pen
drowsy and dank
elongated
with a shade
of an upward force
to passion my ink, dark;
frothing ceremoniously
like an elf
A wonderland
to my heart
sans any
sans me
to write
the darkest hours
spent
locular
In cavities
of wormholes
A feast of images !
Much thanks Vijay Nair Jee.