Door

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A wild door, a shadow of a door; I see

the golden nob, rusty hinges from top to feet

With demons and angels on either side

Smoke-filled emotions gliding in-between

the flat perimeter of its beam

It’s a strange way to walk into”, said HE

Though the heart desires and vainly seek to inhabit

every crypt faraway.

The untold burden and weight,

the darkness now surrounding the earth

Was born and breast-fed

With the nourishment

Of that which living men bled

Behind that door.

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