Whirling, riveting images,
conflict, one set against the other.
An ancient drama,
can I see?
but the curtain won't budge.
The moment I turn it slams
and although it's thin,
it will not allow nary a peek unless
it offers express permission
which is rare these days.
Is there anything to be done or
simply accepted?
Is it a tease or
a hard fact of nature?

The scenes change, the
sense of danger strong.
How did I make it here
or have I simply been
fooling myself?
Where does the energy
reassert itself?
Is this the void from which
the gods and goddesses rule
and I've yet to discover my place
in the scheme of things?