Its funny when the window's
broken on the spine,
and snowflakes twirling
about my head,
with static of the radio
burning in my ears,
whispers floating through
where footsteps are tread,
I break down into calligraphy,
whirling and spinning about
as if dancing to a mad symphony,
tracing fingers flying through the air,
writing laserpoint words that disappear,
and as fingernails slice the layered ice
separation makes me blind and scared
hopping through from time and space,
dimension dooring all over the place,
stepping through holes cut from the whole,
doorways, passages, and rabbit holes,
sent to investigate, discover, and explore,
the window dressing in that department store,
wasn't really worth more than a copper piece,
so the ferret backs out in reverse,
accompanied by an intermittent beep,
hopping that mad little hop of excitement
reserved for exploring places heretofore
left undisturbed and unexplored,
once again through the dimension door,
hopping, twirling, madly swirling,
dancing a jig, and ready for more!