Cave of wonder
rooms filled
with bodies
from my past
outfits of mine
some too small
others, too big

A piano sits
playing slowly
Moonlight Sonata
like funeral marches,
flames froth forth
smoldering the wood
like a busy bug zapper

Books and Skinner's Box
glow in my hand, shining
a light flows under my feet
a mirror flashes me the exit


As I try to run
to escape from here
the cave goes black
and my head sinks low
I know I'm not escaping