1/31/09

that shut door

There I stood, like so many times before:
at the edge of the lip of the chasm;
too scared to leap, to open that door,
when I was seized by a spasm
that knocked me to the floor:
was I destined to be the Last One,
or would there come after, even more?

This wasn't in my Plan, no,
this was more than I bargained for:
too much introspection sucks out all the fun,
takes you way too far from shore,
and unless you are in the mood for adventure,
you just look at that shut door;
you just look at that shut door.



January 31, 2009.

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