I am in this place-
But I cannot make out the details,
All I see is strange creatures-
They look so foreign,
Yet somehow familiar-
The yellow in their eyes-
Tells a tale of fear,
But somehow they are ok-
Comfortable and stable,
I am walking-
Or am I standing?
I see the images-
As I go along,
Is the place spherical?
I know it is dark,
There is no way out,
Or do I just not see it?
Hmmm…
Interesting formation,
Gates are made of pastel,
Reminds me of the walls I licked,
The surroundings are made from earth,
Opaque sand leaves me to conclude,
The ceiling is not there,
Maybe it is hidden-
By the darkness,
The darkness that precedes upward,
This consistency makes me weary,
These creatures erect themselves,
How many of them are there?
Fifty, no wait hundred,
I do not know unless I approach,
The sand beneath my feet-
Flattens even further,
The circle around me widens,
Deepening the gap,
I slip a fraudulent nod,
But the bait is not taken,
Further they move outward,
As if something is coming,
The glow from their eyes fades-
Without warning,
parting me here-
as if it were a guide.
