Sparks break ajar the chipped plaster a foot from the hall;

I lie, mouth pouring subconscious,

Eyes glazed upon retrogression.

Flickers pry seven billion curls till a maw tears that wall;

Abandoning the self-conscious,

Forgetting the introspection,

I turn on the floor, toward sparks’ new door glaring my call.

It gapes dream worlds and all the realities in one,

Rips through sobs’ and drooling’s midnight,

Shuts my mouth soft, squints my eyes eased,

And soaks through grease my tingling scalp till I come undone.

My door, flashlight, birthright, foresight,

My white knight, holding my heart seized,

Dimension’s door rolls my bare feet to touch Somewhere sun.

I sprint among clouds that dress wounds of lingering shame;

No more tame, same, blame where Somewhere fogs the path I came.