where was i when

where was i. . .
when i was here before?
what makes me so sure that i have done all this. . .
now again as once before??

what mistakes lie in wait…
what consequences lay their trap….
when i make the same error:

what things have outwardly changed…
only to remind within that they are the same as ever.

what souls have found new places to hide,
where eyes miss what instinct knows.

shyly i walk by those who are kin. . .

boldly i rely on those who never exist. . . .

merely i pass by all that is new. . .

only to once more pause.

edge towards that familiar place. . .

[where yawning pit awaits my usual arrival]

why

do

i

?

.

.

.

.

.

. .. ..f

. … …a

. .. … ….l

………………l . . .

knowing there is no

ending………………………………………………………..

. . .only the very beginning.

. . .once more. . .

the door

i reach for the door

and before it breathes open

i know what waits behind

waits for me

the walls whisper

the floors creak

the curtains rush to hush

in splendor

in ruin

in wonder

in dread

i have seen many of your faces

i have watched many of your dwellers

and know i am no freer than they are

when i enter