I went down
into the vaults of time's library
Down through sunless, airless corridors
staffed by ghosts.
Down the winding halls and cobbled stairs
daubed with earth
Past the rows
of book graves in a cemetery
Of old words,
until I came to the last, first one
When I heard a rumble, saw a flash
and woke dumb.
I followed God
until he stopped at a crossroads.
On the one side
was a cliff high above the sea.
On the other,
a dense woods baited with summer.
Future unknown,
I asked which way was I to go?