The "one-door-leading-to-another" philosophy.
Thru endless halls
will I ever see the sky?

I watch water
stain the walls
and know suddenly of rain.

I claw and kick
the mortar,
brick,
I break my fist
and bite
and spit
the blood and bits
of teeth.

I sigh, I sit,
Grow soft and watch
and the water with no bone,
no blood, no foot, no fist,
just motion, mist,
become the wall and crumble it.

The sky beyond the wall is black.
I cannot see.
Still, looking upward
I smile at the wet on my face
and die
just as lightning strikes.