there may be a shrill whistle
i hear the day i'm released from
the cave of trapped dreams

standing upright front right up
front of the line
with all the others who will join me
for the same cause
because that's what we do in caves
when the slat opens wide as wide knows

and when we serve ourselves best
this way, standing righteously
quivering as the now untrapped
dreams fly North by Northeast
we meet again
with those other dreams in the same path