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An Open Door
I walk in starlight’s drizzle, sprinkling softly on my head. But within I wield a chisel, wresting poetry instead. Unhindered by the test of time, my plan through acquisition to succeed. But life has been an upward climb. Enforced restraint was guaranteed. Whether young or old a struggle— angelic memories vanished. Transcripts all amuddle— my status polyannished. Still I’ve found a myriad ways that I might love myself. Avoided chasing worldly praise— good enough all by Itself. Now there is a yearning to terminate the search. Content with all my learning— None who would besmirch. A multitude surrounds me. Ahead effulgent glow. Some are stolid, some agree— to stay behind or go. Would you have a liar, or one who tells the truth? One who can inspire, or one inclined to sleuth? As for me at journey’s end, I’m searching for the open door. And walking through I might transcend, for just beyond, there’s more. I walk in starlight’s drizzle, sprinkling softly on my head. I’ve tossed aside the chisel, seeking higher realms instead.
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