There are doors
that I can't open
yet, open while
I pass through.
Doors shut today
doors closed yesterday
doors opened tomorrow
no doors closed
when I pass through
Doors shut somewhere
behind my joy
doors knocked in fears
yet, when I pass
they open wide,
and open wide in the street.
Some doors opens
either sides of me
a few open below my feet
to the depth of the sky.
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