As a window shuts,
a cavern opens to the core
each bubble grafts to the wall of the eggshell
Life’s unwitting ally.
When bending breadcrumbs,
we must find, which we do not seek
I woke up this morning without a dream
It was steady, pleasant, yet not a memory
A relief from the embrace of my dark soil
Frame of reference begets a gnawing
A new porthole
seethes with tides
that unbind
unwinding walls, paper thin,
though they were once beguiled with concrete cornerstones