When the windows can’t be seen
And the doors cannot suffice
Yet the pain excruciatingly gleans
Trapped in-between the Pharaoh and the sea
Neither will spare one of their
Brooding evil magic and lashes
Pharaoh’s chariots ready to devour
Raging sea preparing to swallow
Trapped in-between the past and the future
Like an insect caught in the web of the mother-spider
Praying to the deity of the belly
Not to be food for her spiderlings
But you’ll escape
Only when your mind escapes.
For the mind is the only blissful strait.