The Door Through Death
Dreamed 1981/10/25 by Wayan
I need answers. But I'll have to go
Beyond death to find them. The door through
Death is a floating pyramid; a low-hung moon
Unreachable, sharp-elbowed. I climb a hill below
The lintel. Twenty feet over me. Climb onto
A roof, stretch fingers. Close, but no.
My friend Ellen, who's been near-mute ever since
The portal's blocked by wild dogs big as wolves.
A dog slogs up, lugging her head. Wish I'd been
Within the pyramid: a hotel lobby, small and shabby,
To return, I can't ebb like gentle him. One step in...
NOTES IN THE MORNING
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