A Little Door

A little door at the bottom of it all
opens up and when you

crouch down to get in
it’s as vast as the sky itself

You can pick out the stars by night
and the planets by day

Get up from your crouch and
extend throughout all its heavenly spheres

where nothing is really holding us back
except ourselves and a few tall

mountains of bone and lead and
mournful voices

OK they don’t exist either

3/18/2008 (from The Fire Eater’s Lunchbreak)

Categories: Poems

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