There is nothing scarier than going into a tunnel
that is unfamiliar and hostile
with its back ends and blurry bricks that fly past you in haste with the speed
you chose to go forward in.
The sound of a hollow cave and rebounding echoes that go
deeper into the future, into the hole in front
like a sink with a deep drain that rumbles longer than you spit
and you start to stare into the black hole and wonder.
Wind whistles in the holes of the walls that engulf you,
from the left to the front to the right.
Wind after bend to another edge you seem to keep hurtling towards a direction
in which no one understands:
it isn’t north, south, east, or west,
it is forward into the unknown, into the
collapsing pandemonium of bricks and rubble;
into the distance in no one has travelled but you,
on your own you shall journey into the darkest abyss
in hopes if finding a candle light.