and when im back in Chicago I feel it

And now I’m looking backwards

through the most recent portal

the beginning is over

And all I do is enter forward

again and again

though my choice of wormhole

(door #1, door #2, or the pit)

all unchosen versions of me disintegrate

back to the 12th house

I am fated to this

Until I burn up

On re-entry 

where I will meet those versions and visions

when I find the next door

is locked