The walls bleed
Seeping visceral slime of knowledge
Outside, flowers bloom
Deep red poppies
Staining my retinas
Like the cataclysmic
patterns
latticing
Across the floor
As if you were
Climbing on a garden trellis
But instead
You sliced a chasm
In the water
Watched it glide
Through your conscience
We became an entity
Shrouded in cotton
Walled in
So we clawed our way out
The sun just
Dawning upon our backs
Noses turned up to the
World’s gravity
That anchored our minds
But we tore off our clothes
And soaked in ultraviolet
Radiation
Crescent moon smiles
Upon our fiery lips
Igniting the dusk
and the murky labyrinth
Echoes of our once-lost thoughts
Now brighter than crystal-studded
Caves
Brilliantly
We escape from our graves.