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clouded doors

In-between what space

The vast expanse.

Colors around the bend reaching,

Reaching for the emptiness

Each end concealed with a door

A filter for the corruption of evil.

 

The lone man bares the harsh pilgrimage

From one door to the other,

He strides through nothing

Peaceful.

Ever so empty

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Written by
emma-e-jones
Published
May 1, 2013
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Notes

inspired by the wonderful  Aldous Huxley and his quote -"If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite”

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