Find it nestled away in the dark
beyond the secrets we're meant to keep,
a nebulous crevasse enveloping it,
a name with no language.
Its whispers slither up the walls
reaching beyond what we'd admit
into the suppressed silence of our
minds,
offering truths mixed with lies.
Its temptation is chaos,
a home folding onto and into itself,
walls becoming floors, windows, doors,
a roof made of spheres and cubes.
Fearfully force it back into the depths
where space and time curl up
to it can be lost far from here:
order left intact despite its attempts.
-Zero
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