A seemingly endless corridor of doors
closed, dark and foreboding
I walk,
I walk,
I walk
I want to open each but i know
a deep and unknown fear
lies behind each and every one
I walk through a door
which one i dont' t recall
and the hidden ones half glimpsed
almost seen yet hide in close shadows
are they who bleed morning dew,
evening myst, and the eternal fertile seed
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