
A twisted poem I had after seeing Escher's "Relativity".
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst - Words: 95 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 04-05-06 - id: 2147275
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Mixed up floors
Twisted halls
Open doors
Inverted walls
Ceiling high
And ground not found
Twisted forward
Upside-down
A labyrinth
Of pure confusion
And I am locked
In this illusion
Chaos, madness
Emptiness
A skewed perspective
Nothing less
I walk the floors
And halls and stairs
And hope to find
Just anywhere
The door that will
Lead me back home
But until then
Here I roam.
A room with abstract
Architecture
A complex mind's
Greatest conjecture
No sense, no truth
No answers yet.
But I will make sure
They're mine to get.
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