Fun House

Fun House

A Poem by Nicholas Enloe

Fun House

looking both ways down an infinite hall,

looking back at myself endlessly,

I turned right and followed for ages,

until I realized I was always going left,

How do I turn to where I meant,

will I go east when I meant to turn west?

Which me in the hallway is looking back,

all the way to the me I was before?

Is he still there?

© 2024 Nicholas Enloe


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Added on April 15, 2024
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