Come in
Close the door
A Creator shouldn’t have to beg.
Come in
Shut the door
Good shouldn’t have to suffer long
Good’s face’s knee-deep in mud
Each discovery made, yours?
Each insight found, a Creator’s denseness?
This Creator’s end?
Each room allowed, apostasy aloud
Forthwith, all Yous we’ve fought with
Here’s wood—knock on wood—here’s wood
Door
Silence
Escape, gone
You…
This altruism, true?
About bound, there You go
Pleading here, space
Finding here, room for ‘em
This altruism, true?
This invitation, celestial magnanimity?
Or earthly condemnation?
From you to them, or from you at them?
That this Creator may suffer
Filth to name, doubt to essence
Oh, close that door!
Come in
Close the door
Remain enveloped in
Coming?
Where she goes
Where he goes
Not Yours to bear
Bear, and this Creator’s essence’s stripped bare
Here
To oblivion
Verily, bleeding on
Oh leave ‘em
Close the door
Poet’s Info:
Adjo&Kojo
No Reason for Rhyme
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