< nanospot >

What is the secret to your sauce?

There is no secret,

Just lots of loss.

A listlessness,

A countless cost,

That made this bliss,

Out applesauce.

The total twist,

Well worth the rot,

Out silent sit,

An astronaut!

Can float and flip,

Without a thought,

Space boat will tip,

With all you brought.

Deep ocean slip,

The tremors taught,

‘Bout rise and dip,

Great Wars; gunfought.

Outsize and rip out afterthoughts…

Capsize and sink,

In slowly sought,

We’re on the brink,

Of all we’re not.

I feel from

What i’ve forgot.

In nervous slum,

A nanospot.