one obscure foggy eve I escape to find what’s false amongst the phantoms of night to a surreal tiled confine with a simple sign as my clue yet surrounded with shifting tiles like the winds unclear like the wandering minds uncertainties as if a living entity they change opening new paths and closing others like a living entity only action through intuition finds a route but will it be right that confusing fog seeps to the bottom of this sheltered haven ahh these tiles the mess in panoramic view.
My aim escape before the phantoms of indecision obscure my intuition ahh the fog in eerie silence coldly the mocks me or is that the my mind obscured as it shows in the tiles hark my cage intraps me I move slightly clear thanks to my inner light the hope of intuition strikes true… and I begin to sigh in relief the tiles shift again rinse repeat.

©️JimWanderer/Lonewandererpoetry