I
Open your eyes
and the mystery
flies
You cheat every
could have
been.
At the doorstep
two Cherubim
await,
but it's not time.....
II
Shake off the skin
of a terrible year
Leave dust
and fear
to oblivion.
Let time's sweet
sweep,
the golden hand,
cover eyes
and delight
with new
possibility.
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