The halls of my mind
written April 6th, 2021
I spend my time
walking the halls
of my mind.
Parts are like
an Escher drawing
with stairs that go
everywhere
and nowhere.
I take a set of stairs
that leads to a spiral
circling inward
never reaching
the center.
Until my next step
almost takes me over
the cliff
at the outermost edge.
Sometimes I sit
on that edge of the world
looking out at
the neighboring universes
and wonder about wings.
Eventually I turn back
down a long unbroken hallway
which is as long as my life
and continue walking these halls
that are my world.
May 20, 2021
May 20, 2021 at 6:56 AM UTC
The halls of my mind
written April 6th, 2021
I spend my time
walking the halls
of my mind.
Parts are like
an Escher drawing
with stairs that go
everywhere
and nowhere.
I take a set of stairs
that leads to a spiral
circling inward
never reaching
the center.
Until my next step
almost takes me over
the cliff
at the outermost edge.
Sometimes I sit
on that edge of the world
looking out at
the neighboring universes
and wonder about wings.
Eventually I turn back
down a long unbroken hallway
which is as long as my life
and continue walking these halls
that are my world.
This poem connects back to a poem I posted on March 20th.