My Escape Route Poem by Simbarashe Raymond Mudukuti

Kp12vT my second world
My escape from being earth dimension c137
The last resort when a piece enters via nostril air
How perfect the words sound to me
It all makes sense in that realm
How deep my brain thinks
How deep the expressions get
Funny how much a mental dispatched human being thinks
If I were to tell you it what form the base of all the writings
Would you still read my pieces?
Would you count them with much respect like you do now?
Who knows?
Nobody knows