Pitched black ink typed to come alive through my screen
Where the glowish pixels materialise through my alphanumericals
So as to set free the creatures that fill my phantasium
There where they roam wildly Inside of my imaginarium;
Through my introscopic mind, fueled by thee realism
Titulars of the lights and of the darkening hours
Folds away inside each others, like perpendiculars towards a reality
That seems lost and blue into far fetched darkness;
And it was as if my imaginarium and I were one
With the digits of another dimension
Dancing with each other into spaces unseen to the eyes.
