THROUGH THE DARK DOORS (A Hermit's Prayer)

Human trappings ensnared on velcro thread 

Stitched by ourselves, we rotten the clothing 

with eyes shut in search of our daily bread 

focused on nothing, shuffling and stumbling 

We walk the through corridors of blind trust 

naively led to an unknown future 

with one absolute of turning to dust 

No one the poorer and none the richer 

Through the dark doors where no one's been before 

Fly me swift, high above the star that dies 

Distancing life beyond all things we know 

Answering surmise bereft of disguise 

Take me strong winds no consequence I pray 

Except departure the chaos today 

SONNET EXPERIMENT - INSPIRED BY - MILLIONS OF DREAMS