we are the ground
and the ground still wants
it hungers and screams
a demand we cannot oblige
we are the cage
paces reflected wall to wall
as standing waves and silence
us echoes of the exorcism
we are the door
the sound of plastic wrap foreboding
and entities clad in frowning
ever pouring the same questions
we are the salt
sweet smell of alcohol and chlorine
just solvents and agents and puzzles
we are all and one and none
only beyond the final edge
i realize, truly, i am
through many doors and motions
once more but never home
one thing after another
even unpacked they weigh
for i will always have to carry
the burden, the solitude, the joy
where else but elsewhere
while my mind remains adrift
one way or another i drown
ever the crushing silence
so i create a little bit of somehow
for comfort and survival
however hollow it may be
this, too, shall never pass
