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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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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