To one door
The evermore
But it was plain
Unmarked and tame

To the left
A golden cleft
A door seductively
Constructed justly

So I venture the golden path
And spiral round its hydrograph
As the water rises
Women remove disguises
Trapped this vortex
The chilling surprises on my eyelids

And but I curse and kick and bray
The plain door seems a million miles away
I have but one hope, to try to pray
But I became, my own prey
Never meant to be this way
Heart of stone
And Man of clay

Yakka 25/6/14

Yakka

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