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Open Door

Open door Stevon Lucero Metarealism Poem

Silent Tapping
As I listened to the note
Turn inside out,
The screen of my brain
Was still.
The stillness was broken
By silent tapping
From the other side.
I picked up the floor
To see who was trying
To get in.
Nobody there but me,
Screaming and Yelling.

"Open the door!
"Open the door!".
The space of thoughts
That sleepers call reality
Is.consuming my flesh!
Those thoughts which make
The living dead by telling them
They are.living!
Open the door!
Let me in!
The air is hard to breath.
It reeks of sin.
And the fat. get fatter.
And the thin.get thinner
And the cold.get colder.
Let me warm
my near frozen heart
On the flames of stillness.
Of being.
Being!.Being!
I?.I am!
Open the door!
Open the door!. I am!
Let me in!.I am!
What am I here.for?

So.I let me in.as
The note turned
Outside in.

© 12/7/74
Stevon Lucero

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