Deep in the wonder under,
another strikes rigid.
Fearless hands wander,
waving with an aimless purpose,
exploring the damp walls
which line a clouded tunnel
so many of us experience...

Exploring,
as we so often do,
in our darkest days and
perhaps dare to taste
the salted streams which
casually drown us in our insecurities,
not so disimilar to the sweaty breeze
that travels to wrap us in atrocities
laced with bleeding fantasies...

Deeper and deeper,
seemingly eternal,
straining for the warm caress of sunlight...
yet helpless
and silent
as the dire tragedy
of life settles to the earth.