If the door is closed
Without provisional return
Fated to fade
As long as death abstains
Memory locks in
Completely but imperfect
We can turn at half time
Or wander motionless, forever
Still a distant horizon
A shattered ray of light
Unattached, alone
Or abstinence of sight
When closing the keystone
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