......I'm latched onto a spike Through majestic yet convulsing, A collapsing entrance; The clew expands. Being dragged about Am I liberated or snared even more? Engraved sides, queer and curved Pacifying anyway. Fragile, so weak, This con of existence, A mere disillusion of reality. A gaff to lure. Amidst such chaos, a fruiting hope To return where I belong, Or rather did. To have what is mine. Or rather was. When did I cease to be? The walls; now converging Do I escape or merely succumb? Invisible waves quaking Am I drowning or being buoyed? The answer is staring at me.......