I stepped into the vines In pursuit of TIME’s gates Hoping to delay the This life that I am leading And through the pines &Spider; webs I found them The Tarantulas on my back With a shriek and some haste I turned away I threw them from myself And scurried back Little have I spoken? Of the one beside me Who walked hand in hand with me A stained boy I did not know Who steered me to these doors In a dream I call a terror And like lightening they flashed These currents opened Reality has exposed itself to me Now I ponder my adventure I heaved in fear But I long to return I WANT to find What lies behind The doors at the end Of this unkempt land Where I can crawl The black widow of the dawn And discover These veins *Within my own mind