Changepoint

~1983~ LJA

There's something out there

tossed to blend

somewhere, some what, some when

Indistinguishable phantoms

howling through the doors

I don't even know the questions to ask

and windows of my--

or to answer

Yearning, fleeting glimpses,

My what? Myself? My soul?

elusive dreams straining to be

What hidden place

Not knowing, not known

is yet to open?

but somewhere, someday.

Will I like what is there?

Why can't I find the question

Will I sing for joy?

to unlock the prison door?

Or will I mourn

the metamorphosis

Hope, despair, dreams fulfilled

of my dreams?

mixed and jostled,

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