Door
He's a blind man, crouching by the pavementonly seeing with his third eyeand clutching at the astral shadowof every passer-by
He's a wise man, trumping all the answersshe's a wild girl, trying to keep his feet on the floorin whispered physical litanies"Stay away from the door."
"Oh, but we're all in this together," he says"three-legged race across the floorif only you'd loosen the handkerchiefthen I'd forget the door."
"Ooh, that feels so much better," he says"now you forget everything that I've said beforeand sit there all by yourselfwhile I walk through the door."
They're a blind man, crouching by the pavement,only seeing with his third eyeand clutching at the astral shadowof the door of a roomcalled 'I'