Door

inside I long to vanish
like ventriloquist’s lips
mouthing toward another
to loose the proprietary
shackles to my skull
crushing my last thought
outside I wander lost
from room to thought
beneath a waning moon
a semblance of a hunt
a straight line pursuit
of my troubled heart
at the door I pause
like a tired visitor
unsure of the welcome
to step inside or away
to call myself home
uncomfortable with both
(August 1, 2013)

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