Скачать или смотреть THE NATURE OF THE DOORS - a surreal poem.

Dogs can smell diseases in humans, untold millions of birds set off to make hazardous journeys to exact locations tens of thousands of miles away and moths can scent a potential partner through the wide, expanse of the dark night.

What then of Man? If we are lucky, sight and smell and taste we have - and sometimes an inkling that multiple universes and awesome realities are there just beyond our apprehension . Within the limits of our five senses even so there are doorways - why then do we worship habit, sameness and continual repetition? Answers please to the author of this piece!

The Nature of the Doors.

I discover the nature of the doors
in ways that preclude formulation.
At times it is as though I were
a miniature camera tracking silently
through internal, serpent passageways.
A measured pan, invariably to the left,
reveals mysterious, dimly-lit alcoves
that recall niches set within the smoothed
stone walls of holy shrines
I'm certain I've never visited.
Invariably asymmetrical; unlike
all other doors I've known, these doors
are sometimes red, sometimes olive-green
but often of a hue I cannot put a name upon.

I could as well say they were
taste-buds; indescribable aromas
at once familiar and strange:
or that it is as though I had entered
the hearing apparatus of a hunting dog,
a jackal, or some wheeling bird of prey.

Each of them opens suddenly;
capitulates to the key of personal
surrender; leads, to the eternal
present, that severest of taskmasters:
for, whatever I carry with me
through their portals determines
the nature of my Odyssey.
Carry fear and insecurity and the beyond's
a fearsome place: but with ego-less
humility my passage there is bliss.