I tried to open the door --
Swelled shut, it groaned
Like a living thing, holding
Secrets nestled in its heart.
You told me not to open the door
And so - Because it's there,
Human history the pushing
Back of mysteries --
Because it's there.
Opening creakless, dry whisper
Shadows encroaching. For
A moment, just one,
I wonder at your shaved face
And what colour your beard is.
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