An unseen door
slightly open,
Like an inviting snare,
Captivating,
Impulsive and unaware,
I trudge towards the unknown,
An epitasis.
A bird of blue-green plume,
Hums an unknown tune,
Bewitching,
Peeking through the hole,
I disappear,
Lost forever in an illusion,
A foregone conclusion
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