Within the creaking walls of my bedroom I arise,
not from sleep nor dream.
I stumbled retracing long forgotten footprints
amidst a harsh terrain, smooth on the edges.
A pinnacle of desire it was foretold to seem,
and therein she returned to me wisp-like
Between bellows of my own crushing heart,
I am called forth to ask of her:
Do we seek
and the childish chuckle imbues, wrapping silky arms
around me; we sought but for no longer.
There we ascend into a wellspring of continuity
as the last glancing rays shift toward dark.
