Bubble

It bubbles well
And i don't know
What caused it to swell
Inwards: a reality hole

It's a wide, flat soft
Filled with a replacement lamp light
A vaulted cieling of a loft
Arm above, out of sight

these don't be
When we're talking the semantics
Of poetry
No, the music is plump here
It stuffs the wire phrame of form
In overfill
But loses itself on the way out

So much to not hear
While the hear here puffs out
Athick with wick
Unlit
potent but sate
So much outside of outside
The bubble, nothing breaches
I confide

You'd almost almost think
A black hole
Let to germinate
fed from leaden thoughts
indulged in a heavy heart
To Radiate
And fill
It matters null
It matters nill
In i fell
And It bubbles well