author’s note:
I seem to be attracted to the very thing that frightens me.
That’s some strange survival instinct.
DREAM DOOR
A dream, a door already open--
the dark space asks me to enter but
I know I will
hesitate
because of
the unknown depth.
But I know I will enter
because of the unknown depth.
I know that what I imagine
I will find
will not be what I find.
Amorphous
florescent shapes squiggle and
dart--
appear and disappear
without apparent pattern.
Yet I know that under my effort--
weak, but getting stronger--
these shapes will somehow coalesce,
will spiral together, will lead me endlessly
down into the black ocean heart.
I know--despite my fear--
strong, but getting weaker--
that I will never
completely satisfy
my desire to spiral.
© 2006, Michael R. Patton
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