The Door

The firm will teach you
A fine conversation piece
Such as how to ration
A number

The school will teach you
How to catapult yourself
Over rails
Swinging with joy
Imagining going over the top
Strawberry in kisses
Of boys and girls to each other
A game of cat and mouse

The choir will teach you health
Of healing yourself before you even knew
You were sick
To death
Of
Yourself

The lessons of the day?

Priceless, yea
Making you remember that you are no stranger
To a logical reason
Where logic has no reason to intrude
For it will slay itself on the sword
Many a time
And time before

There is a path so finely hidden
In strings that only a access code
Of manipulation will change it's degree
With each second
And spree of illicit colors
Bombarding your senses
To quiver with joy

This is rhapsody
This is employing full use of dynamic
Ecstatic
Unyielding, yielding for caution
Repose
Slightly using universal channels for modes

Translating languages into one form
Of unique calligraphy
To help you see for yourself
The ubiquity of it all
If you allow it to be so
And herein lies the fate you sew

Plucking salt from the eyes upon rising
Lulling lullabies and hushes to the self in the eve
And hollowed, oh so hollowed
Begging for more
On knees, on floor

Open is the way
Endless is the door.

Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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