ST10 ... doors

shades of eternity

I walked straight thru the door into some kind of eternity, i couldn't have felt more alive, you there with your face on backwards and me looking into the night like a light. Yes that was the way it was in that flash of a dream that never came from anywhere and never went anywhere and just ended like a wall with memory fading like transparent dust does do, falling into the wind.

I walked thru the door into the slim hallway up into the heavens just below the imagination of nothingness and felt great once again eyeing the slender shape of you silhouetted wonder against the evening air like an angel with love on her mind. That was the last time i saw you. Who knows, maybe you'll come around again…..so many years ago, damn i miss you, sometimes i feel like ending my life so i never have to cripple myself without you again but i don't and then things change and i'm back on the road to nowhere, so i make things up again and again and move along.

Clusters of Parallel Eternities

I ran thru the door, smashed it to bits and pieces and scrambled along the river bed to the waters of life flowing free and holding all the memories of the universe in every drop of its flow, dove in rambled around the surface of some lost lovers looking for relieve. I stood there on the coast of eternity once again and said, "hey, what is all this, what's it all mean, what will become of me"………no answer, just the swish splash of water memorizing every touch of time along the infinite waves as particles. I walked on, saw another doorway floating across the horizon like some surreal painting melting into my eyes and tried to reach it but got lost there, somewhere.

Before i knew it there was a door against my nose, a door knob in my hand, so of course i turned it and entered. There was a long hallway curved very vortical towards more doors off into the distance, smaller and darker. I arrived late into the evening and forced myself to open one and entered, a few feet away was another door, larger and more pleasant somehow, the closer i got to it the further it appeared. I was already so tired i could have slept on the wavy natural wooden floor but i marched on but never getting any closer. I heard a deep voice stretch itself across the hall bending itself into my one open ear, "this is the last door", then i awoke bewildered out in the rainy streets of 4th and B, definitely 4th. I must have fallen asleep again because i awoke in my bed that i vaguely remembered from my childhood sixty years behind, 187 edward st, sherwood 745-8661(how do i remember that stuff). There was a door sliding past out into the hallway, somehow i never got that far, the sentence ended.

4thE NYC 1984ish

The door was the back door from a large room that never meant anything to me. But i walked thru it anyways. All i could see for miles and miles was a sea of floating doors. I turned and suddenly i was on a huge ocean liner with doors along hallways everywhere. Somehow i became one of these doors and here i am waiting to be opened. A little scary, whom might put there little clammy claws around my knob and force me into themselves. I'm sure there must be more than one. That's the way everything is, twisted and bent around curved space with time melting at every speed imaginable and weird, with meaning in every mood, almost parallel.

This door was sitting close to the last dream by the exit of life. I opened it fast, the quickest thought ever, yelled, demanded………i slammed the door and felt so incredibly thankful to be safe and alive.

I was weary and distraught full of love and empty as a Dali desert i nervously opened this beautiful mahogany carved door. It must have been hundreds of feet high and only a couple of feet wide set against the longest hallway in the universe. It opened easy and smooth and closed quick behind and locked. There were floating hallways in every direction from every period of architecture one could imagine. It was my choice, or 'was it', i questioned. I eventually after hardly a thought took this one. Here i am, was.

doors everywhere...

I am back up ahead nowhere and everywhere somebody and nobody and feeling great, wondrous, amazing with doors everywhere. Think i'll go there.

I saw one room the size of a world where everyone was in a daze, followed every sign emanating from the great walls on streets behind the screen. The only exit was not to enter….and death.

longest hallway in the universe...for some

Now this door was advertised on a pixel screen between its hinges.'This is The Big Reality'. Wow, inside the vast majority were believers…..in Torito Science, Saviour Religions, pHD Politics, the list was endless, crucifixion or fake injections was the only gamble to escape….i slipped thru with fraud in my blood.

Another door appeared. I entered. You wouldn't believe it. I couldn't believe it. Sweet lies for desert and a trance-like swirling plate for the main course, i couldn't imagine what it was they were all drinking. They were relentless in scolding your mind. Left quick….i think i got out?

a coast along eternity

I spent my whole life opening doors and closing many. Half the time these days i just look around for something to do. I prefer windows now, gives me an idea what i'm up against on the other side but even then its dubious; these are dangerous times. My intentions often clear the way for an open door but that's a problem often also, paves a path to who knows where. So i don't pray for anything these days cept for, in those dangerous nights where i'm forced to hang on to anything i got left of myself. I usually make it thru half intact and leave my duffle bag mind against the last door and leave quietly out into the nothingness of everything and feel relatively fine.

This door i adored, i entered into love everywhere flying, sitting still, no shadows. Nothing but beauty and truth entangled everywhere. I died, in the arms of love herself but just before i surrendered into this last breath i noticed a sign on the door written by eternity, 'feed the open heart' so i did die.

‘feed the open heart’

Infinite eternity is just a concept for lonely minds with nothing to do, now; doors making doors………that's life.

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