White Doors

The knob was open higher

and a heart

could never be heavier

than the solid knock–

I am leaping through the air now

and the proxy windows

do not care

because straight ahead

is a cloud of mine

a desire I arrested

for all the trees in this world

cannot stop me

as much as they would try–

and spiral clocks

with songs that beg me,

they would find

me

on the other side.

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