a cool stillness and shadows on the wall
a hush from the baking heat outside
sanctuary in the wearing down of stone
towers from an eon's worth of droplets
is he in here?
maybe Plato had it wrong
harsh light and burning on my skin
is not the only truth
i cannot see ahead
i am not quite like Tiresias
but I feel the burden of his curse
what serpents did I ever strike?
i wonder if the cave's a tunnel
will I emerge on the other side?
will the Sun there burn me too?
keep walking