——

Nothing will penetrate your sorrow. 
Or your loneliness. 
This I know. 
And yet 
here I am singing 
a song about doors 
at the bottom of dark wells 
stuffed already 
with rats and corpses.

Here I am telling you 
that in reality 
and as improbable 
as it may seem: 
There is no (doorless) 
bottom 
to this life.