The trigger clown,

In the bitter glow

Of a painted frown,

Feels the undertow

Pull him down

Where bodies freeze

Underground.

Confined, although,

There’s no

Boundaries,

His mind

Travels with the souls he sees—

Unwinding the restraints of realities.

It’s there he finds how he’s

reminded, "my timeline

is as vast as a vine

that binds me

to the earth

to far beyond

the stars of its skyline."