The Door, I Implore

This hollow door

one

that creaks

and tumbles into richness

of fermented air,

it is living–

The stairs leads me into

its other world

one I pick up and listen

but I am not there

I am somewhere else

looking inward–

The depths of this world knows

time

for all the mechanical foes

drop their jaws

at the sight of my existence–

Mobility, excellence and novelty,

“are they just words?”

we ask, walking

right back up the stairs

to find the old world

new

for it is without murk,

and now, knowledge chases

the refinery of wild

into a brilliant, one accord–

Our bellies are full

conversation now calm

and our minds speak without

fault

for in the trusted question

the gold key, hidden,

swirling

within the apple’s diamond

dancing

against our ceiling’s candle,

the only answer in time

has locked

stored away, behind

the oldest maker’s

vault.

 

 

 

 

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