At the nucleus...

I tried stepping into

Your foyer full,

crammed, narrow...

Piled from the ceiling

To the floor....

Possibly under the floorboards too.

Bric a bracs and

Tchotchkes of every kind

Old newspapers

And news magazines...

Cardboard boxes filled

With things unknown.

Am I welcome here?...

I trudge clumsily in

Dreading what lay

Around your nucleus.

The gossamer of webs,

Your veils of loneliness

Discouraging anyone

Attempting to trespass.

Howbeit, I prodded

Not persuaded enough

To exit or lay amongst

The chaos internally

I tore through barefoot

Greed tugging the core...

With much care I moved

Further into the vestibule

Darker and murkier it was,

Musty odor wafted to

My lungs, stifling them.

Holding my breath, I

Ventured tentatively...

Through your couloir

Which had branched into

Umpteen doors empty or

Filled to their verges ,

I do not know.

At the far end stood a

Colossal mirror, at your nucleus!

I neared it , heart throbbing

And saw the solemn patina

Clouding it , I stared intently

Willing for the murkiness

To settle down...to conclude...

As a waning moon in the sky

The sheen at the nucleus, cleared.

Ergo, my eyes , now damp

Gazed into your serene onyxes,

Those unblinking and intense ones.

I knew then..finally. definitely.