The Four Chambers

She explored the four chambers
Sluggish, dark, grasping for the light
So many roads to choose
One main outlet

Traveling through the entwined maze of paths
She knows she will never travel
Could this be the final destination?
Look at the brook
Starting out as a tiny stream
But flowing into the waves of despair
Two outlets

They both seem the same
The foggy windshield with no wipers
The dampness is unbearable
Turning from ice cold to red lava
The spark of a newly lit cigarette

The well is dry
The electricity moves from fingertips to head
Searching
Searching
Searching

Only but one drop to ignite the
Firestorm of contentiousness
One spark to light up the path
Following the heavy feet
Grasping for the truth

Beware.  The lava has no obstacles
It incinerates everything in it's path
The red glow moves with ease
Quickly filling each void it encounters
Riding the wave

Sparks of energy here and over there
With each burst of light truth emerges
Finally, a breath of oxygen instead of sulfur
Serene 

The pianissimo breeze
Floating elephants and rustling oak grove
Set up camp

Sparkling fireflies in the distance
Just out of reach
Eyes closed.

The sound of a stream in the distance
Growing closer 
Drip Drip Drip
Induced woodpecker.
Hollow

The cracked soil turns to craters
Opening to devour
Falling to the deepest depths
Sucked past the inner mountains
Browns, purples, reds

The caverns growing relentlessly
Pelted with pebbles, rocks, boulders
Juking the stalactites and mites
Tartar laced teeth waiting to close

Abrupt stop
The empty chamber
But only for a brief respite
Prepare for return trip
Repeat

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