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A passage Once Engulfed by an invigorating Sea of pitch Now transformed By the ceaseless streaming of sand To a cavernous crypt Harassed by light unwelcome Dank from the runoff Of stagnant pools Of thoughts outworn. Cracks and crevices obscure A multitude of doors -           Each with its own black sea           All but one with their own dank caves. I search my pockets for clues gathered along the way - Reclusive bits of knowledge That burrow deeper to avoid my grasp. The slow ones I reach And they unwillingly reveal their prize Shrinking some doors, enlarging others. My choice is more limited now But still unclear. This is the final choice And I know I must choose carefully. I muster all my courage and open a door Instantly recognizing the fulfilling blackness Of a thousand other doors I have chosen. I step forward . . .           And hope.
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Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 3:15 PM UTC
Through The Door
A passage Once Engulfed by an invigorating Sea of pitch Now transformed By the ceaseless streaming of sand To a cavernous crypt Harassed by light unwelcome Dank from the runoff Of stagnant pools Of thoughts outworn. Cracks and crevices obscure A multitude of doors -           Each with its own black sea           All but one with their own dank caves. I search my pockets for clues gathered along the way - Reclusive bits of knowledge That burrow deeper to avoid my grasp. The slow ones I reach And they unwillingly reveal their prize Shrinking some doors, enlarging others. My choice is more limited now But still unclear. This is the final choice And I know I must choose carefully. I muster all my courage and open a door Instantly recognizing the fulfilling blackness Of a thousand other doors I have chosen. I step forward . . .           And hope.
© 1992, Steven S. McNutt
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52/M/USA
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 3:15 PM UTC
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