tomorrow may lead me
through preconceived doors
where i shall wildly enter,
carefree, nondescript, only
with my senses teeming
as passion can tempt me—
i’ll let you drag me down
the long hallway of mirrors
and unexplored corridors,
reflect in me each step
to have me follow
into the orb of (your) thoughts
where i shall ensconce myself,
try as i may to understand
each indignity behind this
geometric pain and solve
you not as a problem, but
derive you as my truth
© mr gahon 1/30/15
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