I am fully aware that the poem makes little sense and lacks capitalization and punctuation, so you needn't inform me of the fact. I intended it to be exactly as it is.
flitting round the grey perimeters
of shining white, or so it seems
in the outside world of nothing
and here a door appears, and there
but shifting, now too small or large
silence drowns out everything
cold, but so convinced of truth
to cut the corners, stay inside
the box of blue and green, until
the ceiling itself, replacing the sky
caves in at last, and begins again
... So I guess I know what to say, I liked it lol
