oh we wished for
the same door
to open
i invented the magic
words for it
it never opened for
years
by chance the gods
favored me
told me about its secret
tickled the spot
and then the door
opened for me
i tendered a party for
the unlucky ones
those who dream and
fail
we had fun together
as i shared their pains
and their envy
i alone entered the
door and i do not know what
to do
and here i am writing a letter
which no postman could send
and so it is just for me and
not for all of you
i invented words for that
to appease me in this grief and
sorrow
given the chance to go out again
i will be preaching the same thing.
the gods has punished me
there will be no believers anymore.
yes, not even myself
whose only dream now is to move out
from this room.
the door is dark and tight and strong.
it has no ears to ever listen.
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