Pit

Oh, yes, I remember
The bottom of a whole so bleak
That only Star Trek life buoy could keep me afloat
Not the original series, of course
And whenever I visit
The bottom of that wholeness
I see that it's an open space
And that gravity is real
But there are ladders
And stairs
Even if they're slippery
Now that my eyes have adjusted ones
Maybe it was threes
Numbers are not relevant
To the project of emanating forth
Of floating out of the pit
It is certainly a project
Though it's not a goal
It's just a gravitation
Because the pit isn't pleasant
And here I am visiting
I won't live here again
The rent is high
And the food sucks
Even if there is takeout Thai food a bit more regularly
I always find myself eating two entrees
And I don't really even need one and a half
So I'm just passing through
Hello, bats
Thank you for squeaking
I needed to hear the sound of your voices to find my way out one of those times
And now it's nice to hear from you
I'm sure I'll be back
Before anyone knows it