Door Is Closing Poem by Sam Howard

these lines are openings
these lines are openings

there is an explanation but the facts are scarce
someone like you would keep these things
in a place safe and sound
someone like you could sleep while the bombs fell all around.

i am a tripod and the camera is god
the lens is the skin of the the rams shaking rod
the flash lights the sky and my irony is shaken

these lines are openings
and the wall is filled with cracks
you came here for the openings
crawling thru the cracks

you've seen it once you've seen it all
don't forget to call

this place is more than fine for anything
on your mind
i like the way you calm my mind
when you're around
there is hardly any other sound.

these lines are openings
these lines are opening up
these times are closing up
and letting go and the times
are closing and opening
so fast that you can't find
an opening, you have to
stand so close just to find an opening