by Perry L. Powell
The false choices or the only choices:
which to choose, which to decline, which to ignore?
Feeling your way along the dark corridors
past the locked doors and the unlocked ones,
you can't escape looking over your shoulder,
can't escape that sense that you are followed,
but by whom, by what, you may never know.
Well perhaps this is a grand adventure,
perhaps a grade-b horror show, perhaps just
another day in a life, you know... Still
what’s a life for? How have we come to be
here in these halls, stumbling along with but
our own misconceptions for a road map―
where these howling dogs are not just for the blind?
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