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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