GRAFFITI UNIVERSE
The pattern was etched
long after we left,
The story: our universe end.
Graffiti museum
was war mausoleum,
Torn glory; bereft of our friend.
The powers that be;
they warned us to flee,
Our questions could not keep us warm.
But answer's reveal
allowed us to heal,
The death of a world turned art form.
Written By Jason Wright
AUGUST 16, 2006