From one door to the next

Falling through doors

Doors full of mirrors

Scribbled with jive talk

For the night walk home

Inside the air warms

The religion airs religion

New forms of tampons

Advanced condom designer

You look into the waters

As if they might be tears

This could work out

Perhaps in other dimensions

With inverted geometry

To higher consumer dreams

Of bats that sing

Oh the song dances

All night long

Which is long enough

For the sun is here

Like Mister Clean.