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,