Open Door
i am speaking to an open door
which communicates, red-faced
and feeds me compliments
that i munch on like almonds
i can feel the breeze from the
other side.
like landing on boardwalk,
or finding a new flavor of ice cream
that's the best thing you've ever eaten.
the door beckons,
to a universe that i don't quite know,
a universe where i am the door
but i am closed,
and the open door is open
but it is someone else.
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