Second Post (December 15 2024)
Huxley Apologist
A HORDE OF LEAVES FRACTAL AND SHIFT
AMIDST THE GLOW OF SEPTEMBER, EYES MAY TWITCH
THE DEPTH OF PROSE NEVER SEEMS TO BE FOUND
IN THE DOORS OF PERCEPTION, WICKED IS THE SOUND
FOR A DOOR CAN NEVER CREAK OR WHINGE
WITHOUT THE RUST TO GROW UPON THE HINGE
THE DOOR, NEWLY BUILT AND OPENED
WITHOUT TIME BEING WORN UPON IT
SWINGS CLEANLY AND FREELY
AND ONLY UPON RETURNING
DOES IT SING
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