Dark Miasmas Linger High Above The Bleak City
Spirits In Their Keeping
Names Unknown
The Wind
Shall It Blow?

When Suddenly It Hit Me
A Thought So Unclear
Sincere All The Same
Just Barely Audible

The Creatures Stir
In The Ominous Rain
A Ship Glides By
Flaws, Easily Detected
Punctured By Unknown Substances
It Moans In Disapproval

It Pains Me To Say
That The Unknown Is Everywhere
And Yet, I Cannot Locate Its Presence
I Seek Knowledge, Experience,
Inspiration.