Deviance Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I thought of my voyages
At times end going
Through infinity stages
Of the waves flowing
On to no returning point
That together will bind
With a joint to a joint
That was left behind

Stages of dark outside
Where end of reality goes
And shadows unknown hide
In their starry glows
And you are but a fantasy
Of something very small
Like to be or not to be
A thought into the carryall

We go on to existence
Somewhere we don't know
Given to every deviance
That seems to come and go
From here around in a norm
That we invented to be true
From our own brainstorm
That you thought about too