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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The universe creaks on tiny, sublime hinges. Time swings in space-time, frayed at the fringes. Each squeal is a cipher, a riddle to implore, For a small iron whisper that unlatches the door. Dreams swing on hinges where memory's ghosts hide. Half-truths and illusions roll in with the tide. They glimmer, they scatter, they beckon once more, Through half-open gateways, and a half-open door. A rusty hinge is furious; it moans with all its might. It groans with a grinding burden too heavy to fight. Its sorrow is relentless, its voice a grating roar, A fracture that longs to close, bolting the door. Each heartbeat has a hinge to swing open, recall. It shuts out sorrow, but lets joy in, to all. Its hinge chatters; it flutters; it listens for clues. To filter what enters the soul's drive-through's. At dusk, the day's bronze hinge is on standby. Day sinks into silence; the night awaits its reply. Timing is delicate; a groan, a whisper, or a song, As fleeting shadows find rhythm and shuffle along. The mind is a doorway that swings in late breezes, It opens, it closes, it pants, it begs, as it pleases. From folly to wisdom, from basement to high spire, A small hinge of thought can spark reason’s fire. Love leans on its hinges, both weak and true, It squeaks when neglected; it splinters into two. But kindness can oil it, and faith guards the door, So two hearts on hinges can swing together some more. The past lies in a doorway with hinges of stone, It groans when it opens, it sighs when it’s shown. Yet memories linger on, they hunger for more, Knocking for entry to door still locked as before. The future is waiting on hinges yet to be seen, It echoes in light beams, with glimmers between. Each moment is a sneak preview of what's in store, Through cracks in the door, that has not been opened before. So marvel at the mighty hinge, with its knuckles and a nail. It carries the key to enabling life to be at full-scale. With a sneak preview, a whisper, an echo, or a roar. Each tiny hinge sets things in motion; it opens the door.
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