Stairs to Nowhere(s)

The Adversary swears

He will conquer the Stairs to Nowhere(s)

Call it a twisted childhood

My spiral staircase

Standing in the middle

of a dead, forgotten place

My rusted arms reaching out

My spine curving toward the wind

My legs, stomach, breasts, neck and chin

All beckoning Stairs to Nowhere(s)

And at the top, few dare to venture

My eyes, the vast blue sky,

My rustic view lies

Perhaps you are my last crusade

To approach the Stairs to Nowhere(s)

Some have clearly stated

There is nothing at the top

No landing

No view

But I know otherwise,

For beyond my eyes

There is an invisible door

That few have ever seen before

or recognized

It is the room of my mind

It is Somewhere...