If I fall into an empty
well, what kind of real will be known, what kind of truth will show, what will
I see, what will I know?
Once awakened from
this dream denied, what will be spoken, what will be claimed, what shall be
seen?
What will be gained, what
will be freed, from a slumbering spell persisting—in waves, in floods what colors
shade the love buried beneath the sky above?
If I faint, will you breathe
me whole?
Will awareness follow?
I do not know
Will you shun your
gaze and gasp for air?
I do not dare
Shall we walk away or
unite again?
If so,
then what comes next?
What
comes next?
What to do?
What to do?
