The path outside looks awfully wide, I said.
And much too harsh and rough.
I opened the door and braced myself for
wilderness words in a haunt of different languages,
for capricious winds and melodies past hearing,
a raging wolf writhing in loneliness
below a horizon moon
while tribes of future creations laugh and sing
through darkspeak mouths.
I saw passions rise and promises surge; concepts
gelid-formed to merge with mine. I felt an alien
cold and closed the door.
It's warmer in here, I said.