III.
The
Medulla Oblongata Gate.
Across thoughts, memories,
and many years,
and oceans made up of the
depth of my tears,
to a place where time and
space arrive
to find you mature yet still
alive.
The mind and the body full
grown
now arrive at a place all
alone.
Here you can find if its not
too late,
the Medulla Oblongata Gate.
The gate is where I hope to
find,
A doorway to the world of my
mind.
Also at the Oblongata Gate,
a guide shall find me while
there I wait.
This guide is to assume a
camel form,
to ride through any
wasteland storm.
At the Oblongata gate I stay
cause my camel can’t be far
away.
I wait where body meets the
mind
with a map of places to find
and somehow maybe make some
sense
of what this gate bridges
the fence.
And so I wait while my throat
matures,
while my ears focus on what
my voice nurtures.
So now I will sit and wait,
hear at the Medulla
Oblongata Gate.