Phalanx of Doorways
As we resigned into our sleep
and tossed on our disparate sides
we close our weary eyes
and descended into shadows
slathered with doubt and fear
from a life-long dream
that leaked into our reality
In the void terrain
of lifted unconsciousness
these flustered feet
meander with klutz speed
along a phalanx of doorways
searching for my way back
into your ajar impasse
And in this insatiable alley
I make myself a labyrinth
where every silhouette
are prancing beacons
and every noise is
a superfluous reverie,
I rivet myself into my circles
like a planet out of gravity.
poem by Norman Santos
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