The Door

The  Door

The door has two sides-
hinged on a mind-made frame ­
moves us from reality
to fantasy, changes truth to
a lie, transforms the past to the
present, and the present
becomes the future.
The window may appear on the
door, but what we see is what
we want to see on the other side,
or is there really a window at all?
But there is a door, I know,
because it hit me in the
nose as someone walked
through the door. I got too close to
the window.

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