Gateway, portal,
gaping its invitation
here be dragons
of imagination.
Or does Alice beckon,
beyond open jaws,
to welcome
the wandered thoughts
that step
the threshold ?
There is no blank canvass
within
where daylight is confounded,
beyond the entrance,
by the doorway darkness.
This is a home,
some dwelling-place
for another world
where the nocturnal,
ethereal,
day-blinded creatures
wait their turn
to worship the moon.
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