Dream Scribe

Spirals and Circles.

open,
coiling, twisting,
unravelling
noose of darkness, blindness, despair...

Closed halos
molten light
tightly spun
message threads
revolve around
Time's axis.
converting
the long-winded
tunnel
from midnight
to dawn to day...

soon the tunnel
becomes an untamed,
dense wilderness
and the train track disappears...

Trudging my way
to civilisation
with nothing but
a compass
and bent gyroscope.

On shore and grounded.
What's a few cuts and bruises?