The drive's too corrosive to bear
Decreed, you'll pommel ecstatic ages.
Seaweed wavers through a lens
A ladder through beckoning awaits.
The plunge so obvious
The station's platform's empty.
Dare not to cascade
Tumultuous arcades loom indignant.
Dumped on a tumbrel trouncing along
Infinity's ensconced in a sick brain.
Hopeless tumplines grind the horizon
Scud your portents.
Water striders scatter pell-mell
Rough rings slice all uniformity.
The plunge must inform.
Calamity might be,