Getting there is easy.
The door is always wide.
Inch through, dive through
Take your shadow by your side.

You’ll be alone at last.
Alone with the past.
Chew it up, mull it through
No need to make it fast.

You suck the cut on your thumb.
Your one true companion
It is not savory
Yet it yearns for your closest attention.

Scuffed shoes on your feet
Walk the tiny circuit
Of worn threads and splinters
Measuring out each minute.

Of course, you find the tooth that throbs
And suck the blood from your jaw
Then cluck your tongue
On living out another old saw.