Just Up The Way

Just up the way, there is a door:
A building, and a place, a face
That might lead to a thinking space
That you have never felt before,
 that you've not seen, nor felt before.

If you've stopped looking -- opening --
You've given up your chances to
Ask questions there are answers to:
Perhaps, instead, your focusing
 on what you can no longer do.

If that is true --

Go up the way a little more
Look past and to another door,
And breathe in wonder, soul and mind,
For are we are meant to look

And find

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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