Two Poems of Exhaustion
The lights flicker on and off.
It lights the stairways.
I blindly grasp the walls.
But they’re interdimensional.
And lead me to a traversal plane.
The door is at the end of the hallway.
An exit sign dangles off its chain.
It’s interesting what thoughts stick with you.
What thoughts remain.
Those not lost to time or volition.
Why something rather than nothing?
A question even Plato forgot.