My bad, but I do have all of my pieces in place, thought I have no space for
pieces of nothingness.
My bad I wronged uttering damnation
Desolation in response I got,
Hot spear piercing guts, venomous point and tongue
My bad I lay to rest, upon my treasure, don’t test me
Or else I’ll breath fire, scooping air and letting go plasma
Feel no desire to make a move
And so, I’ll patiently wait.