A Bout of Indigestion

Inspired by Hannah's Underworld

In time I find some comfort in
this tortoise shell of lesson
how walls are never really walls
and doors yield other doors,
And love is always partial love
and light is never total.

A sample of the actual
infects me like a virus
and every detail turns from brown to red:
a centipede is the godhead,
the sky is empty space.

I hear my voice behind a curtain
dismissing all my fears
with that laugh of recognition:
how I'm greater here than there.