One starless night I searched my house of memory; And found a heavily dusty room there, It's door half-opened, Tempted me, beckoned me forth
In the room were humans, All but a few were strange to me
Their faces differed, Their shapes, their laughs- The fire of life In their eyes All seemed pure Like leaves burning from a white fire tree
I only blinked; I merely blinked; And to my everlasting dismay, The beautiful creatures were replaced;
An unkind breeze blew a stench from new familiar forms that filled the dusty room In an overcrowded way
It was with ungraceful desperation that these creatures Hurried in a circle
Desperate to get somewhere fast; Some easily disappeared through the walls (Oh the relief to watch them escape!) Others hit their heads on the wall Bounced off it, And began to bleed profusely
Powerless to leave As if a force magnetted me To the iron floor, I stood, barely ***** Rooted there By Fate's unkind hand To watch this torment, Unafraid and yet fearful That the doorknob I held, Would refuse to open When eventually I find the guts To turn it