Musing on Doors

 

Musing on Doors

 

Indictment Man,

You and your confederates,

Reduced to nuisance politics,

Affect less and less,

Spiraling the lot of you

Into a trap you helped make.

It’s complete closure

Is not so inevitable, no,

As it is ordained.

 

See the many

You have spurned.

See the many

You spurn today.

Who among them

Holds the Ikeys to your future?

Rather, who among them

Does not?

Pleas going unheeded,

Confessions another matter,

We see you very well.


The darkness before you

Is a door that closes only once…

And will never reopen.

You fear to be

On the wrong side of such a door.

The inevitable has no such cares.

And though such doors loom wide,

They but lead to smaller confine.

Maybe there will be TV…

 

Cliff Lake 9/19/2023

Copyright © Clifford Lake

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