Spontaneous Writing Combustion

Writing is my spaceghost which inhabits my only layer
forget not what man has offered
but concentrate on the unknown.
Why you ask such a question?

To embrace the ewok of faith
that never was it known
to any of its followers
the truth of its realm.

By any standards below
my intention to dethrown
the answer to this question
that remains top the helm

Confused some act but surely depend
on the sun's rise each day
by I too they and some others as well
look forward to the time of the play.