The door is

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The door is the light,

is the beat that hums through

my body. I cannot find its source

or grasp its inspiration.

I can only vaguely feel that it is not dead,

that it is thin and thinning.

The light is the door I cannot mend

or reach for under that canopy when the storm has hit

full force, and the hammer

drives down.

The light is the door

that has no lovers. It is a psalm,

a one-way ticket to wage a life on.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Kalkion”, 2012

http://www.kalkion.com/poetry/2068/door

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