Poetry by Me. Untitled Expositions of a Spoon

[Aeon Chronicler]

Here ye here ye. I am not dead. Attached is proof.

Me on Fire.

As part of my Not Deadness, I would like post some poetry I have concocted during my deadness.  

[Aeon Chronicler]

Billions of particles sleet through the universe,
passing through everything,
but the soft grey matter,

It strikes,
asteroid hitting a planet,
in just the right place.

All around it,
cords from neuron to neuron
light up.

Wave of power flows from the gray,
into the red,
which grips the pen.

The particle,
flows out of the pen,
like blood from a wound.

What results,
from this wonderful collision?
You've just read it.  

[Aeon Chronicler]

Head slowly tilts right,
turning
upsidedown
270, 360
The monster
eating your time away.  

[Aeon Chronicler]

Eclipse.
Off with the lights, off with her head.
Mutiny apon the sky chariot.
Darkness opens seeds
allowing humanity to grow outward
for fear of the dark and all that is within.

People stray from self,
in fear,
People are fools,
in fear,
Animals for the slaughter.
Eclipse.