The Long Hall
Every time I find myself at your threshold
An image from a movie climbs out of a neuronal connection made 30 years ago
Your smooth white walls seem to supernaturally stretch out before me
The door at the end of you, with light haloed behind it
Bends and breathes with illusory incentive
Beckoning me to walk, then jog, then run
Through you, down, down, down the middle of you
Reaching out to grab, wrap my sweaty spindled fingers
Around the cool, smooth, metallic, magnetic doorknob
I am convinced that there is really something worth saving at the end of you
That I am the only one capable of doing it
Maternal, Mammalian, Make-Believe movie magic
I stand in the doorway willing to push myself
Through a jellied membrane
Into the unknown
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