An Alien...

On the Moorland, I Stood Alone,
Like An Alien, Alienated  By Self,
In Search Of A Nameless Identity,
In Some Undermined Cemeteries .
I Dug Up Those Uncanny Habitats,
Where Lethal  Mushrooms Dwell,
For A New Dawn To Open Its Eyes,
To The Gloom Of Incompleteness,
All Over Again Trying To Equivocate,
Through My Anonymous Squiggles,
When I Sign Auxiliary Pseudonyms,
Gathering The Impersonality Of Art…


(Linking this to Ultimate Blog Challenge)