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Entrances

That line between three worlds, past, present, future,

thins over threshold; at the breath of a door,

footsteps sharpened on stone, a gasp of stars

that fill the roof, suggest a high perspective,

that builds infinity out of the perpendicular.

Each entering brings and takes. A photo-ticket

opens the electronic apertures to icons

on thumbnail sim-cards. Once journal note or sketch

had to contain all memories and perceptions,

a passing bonnet, cliffed walls; prayerful stillness.

Still somewhere to reach out; print words on silence,

make something out of apparent nothingness,

that mental mime where bowed heads conjure prayer,

that silent mail where cards are left by candles

posted to holiness, somewhere. This space

allowing those seeking to frame their own responses:

photographer’s flash creating instant diaries,

a sanctuary pause inside the scurrying world;

some recognition, through light or space or echo

of something further, someone beckoning.