the doors have been many without them a threshold cannot be passed the keys to unlock are worn and sensitive in nature and yet their existence defies my preconceptions real in nature but above my nature
sometimes the iron is hot and still my finger moves to touch the glowing near molten core it hurts
full of love with reality curtailing its form desire you say its more that that then walk a little slower comes the reply
only experience gives the full flavour so the sourness is also part of the platter eat all you want but only use a spoon big enough for your mouth .