Cautiously, he steps across Caligula's concomitant
Which forms a long, curved, polluted stream
Flowing in the wrong direction
His feet seemingly defy gravity
He floats through every step
Never falling into the suffocating material below
Rather, the mass of strange black matter
Is precisely what holds him up
And carries him to the other side
It is hard for him to be grateful, though
As the dark material is the reason
He was initially forced to move
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