Where, do we?

It would be nice to go there

Through that unpainted

Magenta framed envision

Of a door


That will lead me there

To that still and peaceful space

That's crystal clear


It would be nice

To know the where


So what, if the devil chased me there?

He did his job, I'm standing here


Ground to earth, grounded down

Wanting to rise yet being held


If only the holding felt

...like love




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