One night to escape an argument
I set out into the dimmest tunnel the night could harbor
The fakest breastplate
The arrogant sun couldn't penetrate
Inside
the cobwebbed prospect of funereal celebration
with its mighty pillars
signifying dreams permanently sealed
humbled me into a shadow
by degrees
I notice
each stone is a man
dropped by another's clumsy hand
confused by nocturnal ferns with immortal teeth lacerating the thin gleaming yeast
produced where some zealous conviction turned in upon itself
the hopeful scholar's mental hue
amphibious to heaven and hell
promised by fleeing martyrs
who mingle with themselves two-dimensional
depending on someone else's wimb
like happiness born from subliminal messages

In the foreground of mamallian twylyte
I see a strange drunken light struggling to udder its dying flicker
out of focus
the tease of a blurred masterpiece
is it hiding itself or are my eyes too weak to find its details?
I stare and stumble systematicly
as I had during my life in the outer world
but here I feel a hidden intention behind accidents
the cyrpress trees bystanding
broke my landing
my stride bereft of rhythm
as I entered the mortar womb
reluctantly offering myself to a bashful prism
of unnattainable talents
a behaviour tournament assumed my thoughts
as though I were a willing participant in a sport that I was destined to lose
for a brief instant
shedding my accumulated dust
I found my first taste of expanding mood
beggining on my lips
curdling on the tips of my fingers where I rubbed the pregneant smear
dripping down
from the bricks
where the air dissappeared

The tunnel is safe
and near
as always
but like a worm struggling to traverse an immense hallway
I lost the vigor
eventually
and hid in lazy confusion
remembering the thrill
but unable to counter the spill I left in the process

Until my next stunt
the lonely echoes in the tunnels hybernate