If you read this poem from top to bottom, you will not see all the text of it.
and while a whole glass of water starves
outside worms evade ravens
a shattered leaf paratrooper
rolls in dew summoned by grey light
sleepytired falling each moment into wakefulness
a white fuzz envelops
my mind worms sphincter like
into the annals of morning
my eyes shutter quick and deep
like cat tongues scratching
will I wake from this morning nightmare
and find heavenly dream
the inverted footprints of your absence
mark the precipice of my existence
this is the end... there is no end.