Road of Sight

The picture was so clear, the door was near
The light green light from the cracks of the door were folding in its arms the features of the room
Statues on the three draw shelf, trophies of the well defined self on every level of the book case
And the room was clear of human touch

Debarred from entering, the rat came near
The door rattled, but only light gave way

The rat cleared the pathway cheers
The feeling impulse needing arrest
Causing beats of the heart tremble with pain

The waves of the wind far away
Waiting to disrupt the rat’s maze
Climbed the mountain with despair

The rat trembled
The light gave way
The crack in sight was only white

The step and hops through the crack
The only sight was clear green

Nothing in sight the only thought way was back through the light
But back or front were the choices in sight

The rat was stuck with a lion’s heart, beating and pumping ounces of blood
Which way it was depended on the jagged ground