Convolutions

I walked across
the swirling paths
of lines so mired
in convolutions.

my feet were slipping
I held on fast.
a spinning void
without solutions.

pathways pointed
toward the light.
Is this the end
or a beginning?

the wraps of light
were hot as taffy
pulling me closer
It held me tight

to see the bright
and soundless glow
then saw my life
pass far below.

R. William Lindsey
-10/6/09