Our
steps
adjacent
upping down

              then
             exits
        entered
bend around

as if
reflecting
Escher prints
I saw before
you fell asleep.

         Here nowhere
         shows expectedly

     or losing ground
  is what we
keep

unless
  one means
    to rove around.

Yes
  I can ask
    what logic found
      if it descends
        an endless
          flight

          yet
       wound up
    doubting right from rite

   (or is it leave
    you've left
    behind?)

At
times
a landing
clears my mind

to glimpse above
a floor or
fall

and know
(behind your door)
no wall
keeps ever afters
from this dream

where higher inclines often seem
to draw me toward
that wish to be
the destination where
you're free
to
cross
the threshold of old eyes
without a need to grieve goodbyes.