It happens only when:
the door is open
the windows
open, blowing with wind –
When I forget:
I try to open again
pulling at the framework
structure begins to fold
paint flaking, reveals old
ink and paper crumbling
in my hands, bits and bits
becoming smaller, less –
significance fades out to
in, something replacing the void…

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