Into My Hypercube

In my backyard Sounds turn around Down fall apart In my playground In my dome on my own A locked throught in a closet Splinter moves, cracking moans Dank angles in the attic Sixth sense stockpiled In the cellar And the ladder is broken Memories sleep in dust This shelter is doubtful Blind windows, flat eyes Stitched tight into time Til I rise unbound Transient illusion Clairvoyant suspension Translucid condition Principal connection Rise high, rise higher Shing shallow spirit shadows Tumult in the dark Telestrobic heart Murmur of the muse Whispering amused Fulfilling this square Circled in my lair Am I not awake This ever forever Perhaps faulty premonition Perhaps this doesn't change anything But for certain I will be hanging around Nether falling Wisdom's dipping Spiral stairway Logic's dripping Silent squeeze, shrinking scene This remains my domain Grave intrigue, I'm relieved All these stains left unnamed Grinches snicker, sneer at he Like grinning Cheshire cats Running amuck, mad, crazy This cuboid upside down cell