"The Othersiders"

A vast wide lake

Monsters in its depths

Debris from the struggle

White waters below

Above it the sun

Casting light upon the surface

Teasing the creatures

Who seek above for withdrawal

And in that sunlight

Lie more than light itself

Nature of the sky

Be it the power of the Otherside

In the Otherside

Where Othersiders roam

Freedom in their flee

Glee in their chant

But between the utopia

Is this bordering badgering line

Where I have traveled in search

Of a way to the Otherside

I pray for a boat

Sold my soul to the devil for oars

As I pace I stare at the chances

There will never be a desire I have more

-SQ 2012