The, Keyhole Poem by James McLain
The, Keyhole
I hear splashing sounds, noises
the hole in the knob, is my magnant
i have to look, i must look, if i dont look, i will miss it.
i should blind my self for looking, there is never talk of it.
Through the hole i see a whole new world, a different
kind of blindness, one i run from but can't hide from.
Through the hole i see you, helping me, help you.
Friday, May 8, 2009
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