Concentric circles spiral towards me,
And I am engulfed
The darkness screams at me from all directions
Sight is but a fantasy

But sound, sound is my friend.
Echoes of my voice greet me with pictures.
I do not collide with my prison walls,
As I soar through the cylindrical black

And suddenly I am free
The skies welcome me
And clothe me in its gentle blues and greys
The air licks at my face

In my jaws I carry glorious meat
Triumphant I am -
And soon I will be returning
through the tunnel black for more

                                                                                               -A.M.E.N.