Black Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

This zone yields many numerous uncertainties; projected firm reality that states nothing clear apparently that's inside: filling the imagination with what's actually within there.

Considerations about what's factual contained inside that are secrets; blanked-voided recall of deposited elements which exist within: vanish from the mind any given evidence.

This sheet consumes all things which dare to enter, covering all the things, cloaking them in a state of darkness, taking away any visual knowledge of anything held in its essence.

A person inside its maze will not know if they're going forward or backward, moving about without any vision clearly to guide them, having nothing to lead a given path.

The region had many that supposed its reality, hypothesized numerous acclaims disclosing its prevailing depth, coming short of any factual proof pertaining to its state.

The fact of its existence is there before you, whether you are able to disclose its state: finding more questions than answers, giving this mystery about life.