Feeling it out.
Desperately seeking
the seam in the wall.
Got to find
a way out.
Here,
in this darkness,
there are things with teeth
that cut us
until we bleed
and devour us.
We should have learned
to cover up
these open doors.
Finding the fine line
or a passage hidden.
Who knew
when we got here
it would be so hard
to escape?
Travelling,
travelling.
Open and explore through,
like a fire
starved for air
for a long time.
Once out,
it’s so easy
to see these
open doors
everywhere,
and know that
anything
could be coming through.
Shake my head
to clear my vision.
This is it.
Getting over the jet lag,
a trans-dimensional
hangover.
Are we free?
Did we make it?
Hold on.
Look at the teeth
on that one.
HG – 2022
