I stoop through the domed archway
Visited by the shadow
I fear without cause,
the same nausea that I felt last time
it hasn’t left me
as I had hoped.
Spoken gently he said,
and I followed him
through the domed archway
paused a moment to observe the ceiling cracks
visited by the shadow
hasn’t left me,
as I had feared
and how far deep they sounded in the dark.
There is this and there is that,
And I could not choose between them.