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.