Saturday, January 5, 2008


You want
To enter my mind?

Winding staircases
Leading to nowhere
Shelves and shelves
Of books filled with nothing
But empty pages
Twisting corridors
That lead you around
In circles until
You're lost with no way out
Too many doors to count
Locks without keys
Keys without locks
And in the midst of this
A storm is brewing
With ominous clouds
Fierce winds
Deafening thunder
And blinding lightning
Accompanied by unrelenting sorrow
In rain
Yet a small child runs about
Without a care in the world
Singing a song only he knows
Dancing a dance only he knows

Can you make sense of me?


Can I make sense of me?

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word = speaking/singing
(word) = whispering/echo
[word] = stern voice/screaming