Uncharted Dark Polka Dots

 

In the maze of dimensions, I follow

 

Through the terrifying hexagon, a sub-zero hollow

 

An eccentric with earrings, knitting in the cold

 

Her gaze on the ambushed world, bold and old

 

In a country house, by a heater's glow

 

Cocoa warms the hands, as outside the winds blow

 

A hot spring beckons from a mountaintop high

 

Under a persimmon tree, where the extreme lies

 

Sunglasses shield from the glare of the sun

 

In the open environment, where the navigation's done

 

A honeymoon voyage, to a villa afar

 

Beneath the sub-zero stars, we are

 

In this world, where the eccentric roam

 

We find our peace, we find our home

 

Terrifying, yes, but also divine

 

This hexagonal world, yours and mine