Heed

by illimitableoceanofinexplicability

.

Oh, Mr. Horrorchild

to think of you

risking

life and limb

the black claws

of it

trying to pull

you in

and away

from us

I shudder

at the thought

.

art opening

.

I asked myself

“What is this opening”?

and as I do

I consulted

a dictionary

where generally agreed upon

definitions are kept

for instances such as this

when one

such as myself unsure

wishes to be reassured

that

in this particular case

the opening not be

(as I feared)

a space between things

a black abyss

into which I’d drop

forever and ever

and ever

and ever

which it turns out

it mostly wasn’t

.

.

.

.

poet

.

.

.

.

.

.

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