There’s a Door

This condition’s appealing,
Kind of. It’s unexpected
To be anywhere being

Aware of anything, if
One was expecting nothing.
It’s enchanting, in a way.

It seems dry. There are shadows
That should be impossible
Since nothing’s blocking the light.

There’s a moving perspective
As the whole, bleached reference
Frame is continuously

Shifting. There’s nothing to hurt,
Nothing to lose, and nothing
Much to observe. There’s a wall,

Or a large wave of some kind,
A slightly less bright feature
Of light emerging in light.

Perspective drifts toward it.
Could it collapse? It’s massive,
Light’s standing wave. There’s a door.