There
was a slimy feeling
to where
we were standing.
As if we had stepped into
a
separate world
apart
from our own,
but
still real and tangible.
Just beneath the surface.
By
breaking through that surface
we had trespassed
on grounds unfamiliar.
We were happy with the unfamiliarity.
It meant that none of us
had fallen so far as to be
able to recognize
the
scent of insanity.
Knowing
it well enough
to guess
the outcome.
The slippery slope was
slipping once more.
The
feeling of unfamiliarity subsided,
eventually,
either by numb association
or plain
alleviating grace.
We were taken deeper
into
this parallel dimension
without knowing when to leave.
Going through room after room
each a glimpse at destinies
and fate’s offspring
holding
the keys.
Future
lives being dissected on tables made
of previous convictions
by
surgeons and
tailors divine.
I no
longer remembered
why we
were here
and
feared
that the
longer the stay
the less
there was to keep.
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