That other life
She casts her shadow with interruptions  
And this is how it manifests itself
It goes by, it forms, and is extinguished
It grows on one side
It narrows and expands
Again, and again
In a replay  

As I observe her
I don't know if it's been a moment or a lifetime
Seeing only what glimmers
In a replay
So familiar and so distant

She passes in front of me for the first time,
Unknown and full of questions
But I look at her lying down
As if I've met her, as if I've gotten used to her and she doesn't impress me anymore

One shadow covers the other
But which is the oldest, the darkest?
Which is the one whose whole shape will fit

Which is the one to be formed entirely on the opposite wall

From where the blocked light comes through

From the keyhole

The mantis shrimp
Sees all that I never could.
My creator, ever frugal,
Gave me gifts
Of word and tongue
But only just this once,
Bits of light cowed by the sun.

I peer through the window,
Too short to see those
Violet peaks.

I brush past reality
Like the eyelash fluttering past
My cheek,
Never to really know.

I saw the sunrise through a keyhole,
      opening every possibility to

a new day.


Unlocking the potential
                                           of what opened
                                                   before me.


Remember its to the door that yearns forward,

                            but the keyhole.


Opening new possibilities that were once locked,
                                                         ­               before you.


Always look though keyholes at sunrise,
                        for they show you the possibility of





                                     what can be unlocked.

They're rapping at my window, howling at my door
They're clawing at my carpet, banging on my walls
They're rattling my door ****, flickering my lights
They're looking thru the key hole, shouting thru the cracks

They're crashing thru my window, breaking down my door
They're tearing up the carpet, knocking down my walls
They're ripping off my door ****, busting all my bulbs
They're coming thru the keyhole, screaming by my head

They're entering my mind, there's nothing I can do
They're crawling into my fleash, controlling my every move
They're examining all my fears, making sure they all come true
They've finally taken over, now I truly am insane

Looking through a keyhole
World becomes smaller
A constricted view of the world
Lost the key somewhere
All the keys are redundant now
Within the four walls
Life revolves around the mundane
Only window to the world
Now hazy with perceptions
Now there is only one way
To look at the world
Holed up within the premises
But only to look though a keyhole
Locked inside aspirations
Never will the key be found