to know the top

climb and catch the reaches
steep, the air cold, the path crude;
look to constant stars

know you

this life might just be
learning how to pin down my
welled, wandering soul

pay it forward

there it is, before
you. now here, a knowing.
feel it, let it be

as you explore it
as you gather up and shore
it, see that it beams

if we'd gone into 3D, there

would've been an end
but we elected to turn
another wild bend

now given these outs,
could it be that we'd rather
stay the X-marked route

or watch door frames blend?

more doors

in certain circles
it isn't 'the thing' to don't
what the others do

or treat the circles
as striped, neon'd, turning hoops–
then somersault through