Keeping out the uninitiated before
They hurt themselves on the sharp edge of meaning.
Keyless, they sweetly dance outside the door,
Not guessing that they are blind to height and depth,
Content to worship the cliche before them.
And then. One day a sly wind steals your breath
And drops the key at your feet. You explore
What you once thought you knew; you finally hear
The secret song, see the under-painting.
You know too much to tell. The truth is so clear,
But the word is so small, and just saying
It out loud isn’t enough to make them
Feel the exhausting world contained within.
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| Pandora Opens Box by Sue Blackwell |
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