there is a rumour
of empty space
its hallow call
fills the breath
of room it
usually occupies
as it tries its
feeble best
to spread its peace
the clusters of chaos
have advancedly arrived
they nudge and jostle
trilling their slogans
each wanting to
trigger
struggling one above the other
to subsume
in desires to consume
“that is the dilemma when you think too much”
intotheindigo 