“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Showing posts with label the key. Show all posts
Friday, May 27, 2016
Symbolic-key
Important
This is key
not a
not an
but the
the other side
you are locked in from
I knocked-no answer.
Need
the key
a skeleton-not in the closet
to get in the closet, to get the
bag of bones,
a master
key
would work
to open
doors of Possibility or
let Schrodinger's cat out of the
locked box.
The lion awaits
the witch listens
the wardrobe wants
the naked
truth
and rings the bell.
Only truth
will tell
the password
is key.
Image By Jorge Barrios (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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