i stand before you—
deep, dark and down,
shall i enter thru
with no one else around?
an emotion carved from emptiness,
a beginning without end,
the entrance is the only exit
will my fears transcend?
your shadow is white stone
the floor is craggy and wet
i must continue all alone
with neither light nor regret.
my mirror is your breathing-
a subtle echo, drip drip,
and if the roof starts crumbling
amid your walls I will slip.
so maybe I'll just stay here
and watch your silhouette
at least then I'll appear
calm outside your violet.