The In Outside

Now, open the door 

And step on through  

Into my suite of rooms.

And so very sweet 

My rooms can be...

Door, closet, cupboard:

Here, where most of 

What you're able to 

See, carries 'pon

Its crosshatched back

A silent sliding metaphor

Of a well masked majick door.

Then, with a stride both 

Noble and high-blood 

Dignified, you approach 

An Aeon in a gown.

And I may hide a prize in 

Disguise: an eldritch gate

To the beating black meat 

That is the heart of our 

Common cold and callous 

Eternity.

An eternity, not 

Of words, but just an 

Amorphous cloud of

Random 

Scattered 

Glyphs...