climb this vine, in front of me
remove the jungle, in my mind
come out of the darkness
the hazy particles sprinkle
layers upon the eyes
rub with vigor, still unclear
haunting echos, still grip
wild whispers suggest to go
the climb slips away
lets try again, over and over begin
a moment, the particles clear
warmth of the sun
the chatter, the past, too loud
many voices, converge
sift through, a weaken state
climb the vine, I think not
the effort is futile