Beyond, the crystal clear glass, there is nothing at all
Except the impenetrable dark and an unfathomable fall
There's no moon, or stars, there is just a vacuous waste
Futilely lit, by a rotating beam, that dissipates to a trace
In the light room's sanctuary, there is no time left to bide
Or a way to escape, down, through a trapdoor open wide
For in this see of silence, everything, is cloak-and-dagger
Where only oneirism persists, above a descending ladder
There're shadows and light and a descent to a metal floor
With a virtual way out, through a phantom, wooden door
But on the 'otherside', only the passing revenants pretend
That a revealed spiral staircase, does more than descend
With the unreality of being, there is no misunderstanding
That the only way is down, from an old, gridiron landing
But no entities, are visible, there're just shadowy shapes
Tremulously cast in descent, as if a candle flame, shakes
Every step down, is another blind alley, in a cul-de-sac
Where only night eyes see, within a circular brick stack
And time will mean nothing, like it had never been there
Until, eventually reached, in the abysm, is that final stair
Somewhere there is a door, in the miasmic chokedamp
On the 'otherside', is a lit floor, below a megawatt lamp
And with nowhere else to go, because of inanimate time
There's just an ascending ladder, that's necessary to climb
Beyond, the crystal clear glass, is the eternal black night
Of an impenetrable darkness, where luminosity's a blight
Here there is, no moon, or stars, just a lighthouse's beam
Its silent warning, to untether, forever's reoccurring dream
