Did we come up from the ocean floor
or enter thru a revolving door
Can we fall from grace
KASPLAT! KAPLUNK!
Then get a hand-UP
Oh, no!
We’re sunk.
When we wander thru mystical icy breath
and walk beneath the dragon’s steth
Can we bang upon the forgiving door
KNOCK! KNOCKED!
C r e a k k k k
Your soul to ENTER
Oh, no!
Locked.
KASPLAT! KAPLUNK!
KNOCK! KNOCKED!
C r e a k k k k
a soul can’t rest
unTil
the Master speaks
shhhhh
Living In the Corner of a Vortex 
Wow! That an amazingly onomatopoeic poem! It reads like a spell. I want more, more and more of that, please.
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Thanks for the encouragement, Uma. I’ve not had time to write much for the blog.
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But then you must.
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