There is a tiny hole in the cardboard
That obstructs my only window
In the dark, and empty room
Where I sit
Sleep
And eat
For days and nights
Through that small but magical
Opening
Frequently a sky is seen
Cyan, azure or
Lucid
And a scorching, blinding sun
At nights, appear the stars
Sparkling, twinkling
And taunting
In an otherwise inanimate world
A singular barrier can be detected
Between the darkest life
And the array of melting colors—
A thick piece of board
Needing a razor
Or a fallen angel somewhere—
Waits—
To transport one to another
World—
Perhaps
Across those high stone walls
Separating earth and heaven
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