Wooden Door

This is dark magic
Lest it fall into wrong hands
Bury somewhere deep

Two dangerous things
A sustained, wandering eye
And a thought unchecked

The dark forest keeps
Secrets from those passing through
Unless you ne’er leave

Ink has invaded
And I can no longer see
Please stay, hold my hand

The wish and the wait
Pretty and problematic
Endure to the end

Ride the aftermath
Flowing from chaos to chaos
Find your anchor here

Time begins again
A renewal of our lives
In forward motion


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