---or just thoughts and feelings are great (and helpful) too!---
Left
If, into blindness
hobbling, wandering
you
fall upon a door
that will not open,
orange door
wet door
unyielding to your thrust,
If, upon hearing
nothing
dizzying, rattling silence
you
knock upon a window
wooden window
boarded up
splintering your touch,
Know I once was yours,
opening, yielding
flesh-soft blush
Know then
Lost Soul,
The house divided
is no more
not window
not door
not me
to be yours
or
anyone's.
.
2007-07-26
12:21:44
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