#doorways
this is a depth bomb cutting,
a midnight message for me,
a Zola accusatory,
“You make me think about death and doorways and sleep”
no mere paper cut incision,
bandaid and triple bacterial,
a forehead kiss
and an-on-your-way
nope serious business
*death and doorways and sleep
and all that is in between,
nightly rehanging the me-moon,
on that curved tip
the onerous tasks of child raising,
you, the perp, the perpetual kid,
the holy version victim trinitized
too?
hanging your self right on that shining orbital,
leads to unquestionable answer processions
ahead of the unanswerable, they ask,
what’s behind the screen door of
death and doorways and sleep*
life is hard,
but without questions,
it is unquestionably
harder
find the doorways.
this explains so little
and so more much.
reminder: make doorways - open them
11:10pm 4-10-19 ~ 10:31am 4-16-19
~for AH~
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 10:45 AM UTC
I stepped through the door
Knowing you were no more
I was no more, I was less
No more in this veil of reality
Knowing there were thousands more
Of different hues, different airs, different seasons
This door leads to OZ
This door leads to freedom
And this little doorway goes all the way home
This doorway is occupied
A stranger sleeps fitfully
***** hands clutch its vestments
This door is open and singing can be heard
This door is closed, knock it might open
Open Sesame, Open says I
Duck through this doorway
A wardrobe door, is Narnia waiting?
Doors, doors everywhere and not a lock to pick
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 11:31 PM UTC