they are the remonstrance
of an ending,
their mark is entrance
their shape flight
this one opens
and the next is a ship
fellowship
doors bamboozle me
and then collapse upon
me i take them some
and then never again
soon i will return
to a doorway
where i am invited
like a solemn invitation
to a memory
start prelude now
door becomes theory
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