Rogue Lock
Such a door
to rebuff me — with a hint
in its knots
of obversity.
Towards my glittering bunch
tremendous oblong
shadows
sprang from the wood.
The lock was rogue.
Master after master
froze. Frustration
rang for corridors
as I blundered towards
the final key: one
with a sleepy-eyed
and solemn look
like me.
I pushed him in.
Scratches rose
on my skin.
As the whole bunch
roared encouragement,
and rich, outrageous
college-shadows
churned the grain,
I tested it,
and twisted it.
But such a door!
It snapped my proxy off
and swallowed him.
When I knelt my eye
to the eye of the obstacle,
my little self
could not be seen. But
in the bloody
keyhole walls,
a tiny door
shut.
Great poem! Loved his book MUDe.
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