On the Threshold
On The Threshold
Two rooms shared a single door,
One my past, one the now,
But yet to see the future, How?
Eyes strained, brow furled… Nevermore?
In final collapse to my finitude,
I threw open the single door,
Stood on the threshold of then and now,
Screamed at the Future… Nevermore!
And silence let in, as I there stood,
Having fixed my mind on those two rooms,
To reveal a third, open windowed, view,
Of a world awaiting for me to join…
And then I saw my future there,
Yet not as made, but waiting to be,
And through that window, I had not seen,
I set the past and present free…
Slipped through that window, into the world,
To find the future waiting for me.
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