Way Out (Poetry)

There is a back way out of here —
a door left open wide —
where glimpses of infinity
haunt the other side

with shifting shapes, half-seen, half-known —
a landscape of lost dreams
shimmering in the fading light,
dissolving inbetween

reality and somewhere else —
Atlantis found again
beyond the far horizon’s line,
released from earthly pain —

imagination knows no walls,
the mountains of the soul
rise unconquered through the mists
and make the body whole...

then, through the portals of the mind,
make good that great escape —
the cripple runs, the blind can see
and sense falls into shape.