The Bonfire Burns

A single key turns the lock of the door you’ve been pushing against for all the life in you it takes, the door like Life breaks into a million pieces, and there at your feet like irretrievable moments scattered, you try to avoid the splinters, but you gather them up instead, each splinter a word lit, now the bonfire burns inside the inferno the life renewed, borne again wakes, it walks on water, just, as it walks through flames, there the compass draws you home, like a magnet calls the key Candide Diderot. ‘24 key. compass.