The Abyss Poem by Brett James Dickinson

Within this playground of lost sorrows, there is man standing head deep in star dust sitting with large belly and numerous landings extending, just as his serpent-like tail does.

We will take, balancing over the translucent beam, running across like mad children of the lost ages
Men, take into deep abduction as you travel through earthly friends of Jungle; the female jungle who spins. At time of human mystic- Evolution, say no harms, and take your dive in the abyss.'

Goodbye velvet housing