at the end of a
sinuous chaotic tunnel,
our souls merged
into the transition
of subdued lighting,
barely radiating
enough light to
guide our eyes
into the next
monoamine trap.
with each passing
footstep
the echoes of our
bones shattering follows,
but i swear to
whatever deity
residing in heaven
that somewhere down
the road there's a tunnel
gleaming bright enough
to illuminate our
triumphs in the sky.