The abyss is as far as I have ever made it
Hung in conjunction with Choronzon
I’ve been imperiled
lost in interminable trials
it’s excruciating
One way or another the results are substandard
I tear at the vitellus
The viscous murky force
And I’m enthralled by Pomba Gira’s tango
I’m amorousness and stiff
Once again, I contest
Depleted
Still awaiting a different outcome
I will cross over the hollow
And ultimately, I will attain gnosis
Or I’ll perpetuity endure the mundane
John Putignano 