yes, the door.

yes, the door.

my doors are shut

i hear you say except

windows of words

flew out of a mouth

i saw through

a few, vistas

and kitchens, i heard

so many songs

my doors are shut

i hear you say

except this,

accept this

i reached for the pass

your hand outstretched

palm to palm

so many fingers

my doors are shut

i hear you

say it first with voice

and with eyes again

and again

i'll echo

shut my doors!

close the windows!

board up the house!

my doors are shut

i hear

storms held

back, rain brewing,

wind tossing, i feel

hot then cool

and drifting, i try to knock

against things, bounce

off of meanings, prove

myself alive.

my doors are shut

i heard myself

say i don't know

why i slammed hard

with a quick crash

in my room, i was framing windows

in my room, i painted stones onto walls

in my book, i put my forehead to the ground

i tried to say

welcome,

sleep here

tell me your dreams

drumming a rhythm, a code

tapped with light

fists from the inside

here the walls serve as covers,

the floor a spine, 

a breeze through pages 

which door was knocking

supine blankness

an invisible book

against what matter

8.20.12

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