Through liminal doorways on into forever

These doorways through which we pass
will not leave us unchanged
They arise from mist, from the hardlight
of blazing days
And from the the dripping remainders
of frozen nights

And always we must pass
there is no going around
Only through
through liminal doorways on into forever

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