Windows or Doors or Holes in the Floors

I'm searching for trap doors
inside of my mind
Hidden passages that resist being found
Ancient as the dirt
Yet undiscovered by man

The way is uncovered
through murky suspicion and
primevil intuitions
A sensation of
"feeling your way"
through your inner senses

Endless is the maze
With endless rooms
and countless corridors

As I move forward
I go backward
Stretching new thoughts
into the bends of the old
Arranging new towers
of higher insight
still there are more boundaries to push
and so many rooms yet to fill

My third eye has roving fingers
tip-tapping across the floor.
Searching
For an edge
the ledge to take me over
Searching for the rabbit hole

To tumble me down into deeper thought
To spiral me down into my core of reason
To tumble me up into deeper understanding
To spiral me up into my core of enlightenment

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