meshed intricacy

eleven times down
there is a circle
amongst the trumpet
a shadow in the foyer
and whisper in the dark
and a lost little puppy
just wants to go home

following the scent of survival
digging through trash
etchings of long forgotten tombs
linger on the walls
melted wax designs
remnants of a beginning
never realized

cast iron pots lined up in a row
bubbling water overflow
steam entrails scream in the night
pitched ears reflect a lost thought
screaming adamants echo in the hollow
little drops eschew gravity
floating amidst brimstone dreams
a crack appears slowly
growing larger
a space amplified

wandering through tunnels
a maze mucked in mist
a shallow little bark
a whimper in the distance
monsters cower in the corner
of an illuminated tower
filtered by rust
reflecting through a glass bulbous
a spark
an ignition
a revelation