There is no original way
to pass through doorways
in the dark
it has already been done
in every dream
that can be dreamed
desperate people
have fought for their passage
with armed guardians
of the Same
everything that seemed so new
and exciting
is soon frayed at the edges
is there a rot that grows
from the inside out
or the certain cycle of death
and renewal
on the planet ships
cruising among the stars