uneven poem
by
captain mission

how far you must have unfallen
that's what they would say,
the writers of the truth and those that follow their unorthodox way.
i've always loved the night, the home where you dwell
charmed and enchanted, i fall to its spell
and south horizon splendor, 
ocean in space floating in zen.
we were inseparable and apart, 
that was now this is then.
unmade the great, ever the none
eclipsed by time sayeth the moon and the sun.