One of those folding doors of time
That comes down with a cosmic crash
Scaring the cats and the doves fly off
Sealing all of death's possessions inside
All it could never live without
One of those great black clouds
Hovering above the sunset lake
Which suddenly rushes toward
And completely devours your heart
In a single spine-tingling gulp
One of those huge asylums of love
To which you've been sent to scrub
Your tears from the worn-out floors
And walk with the sleepless moon
The empty halls of the stars
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