this way through the wreck of the world
is not the door for which I was looking
but it is the one that opened for me
and the only one through which I can pass
so I walk on and enter and as the door closes behind me
all ahead looks like what I left yet it's different
it is the fresh path on which I'll cut my feet
it is the new view that will see in rocks in a different light...
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