Like secrets
or a closed heart
inadequate doors
bar entry.
Worn and aging timbers,
shaped by time and weariness,
guard and sentry
what lies within.
What lies, what untruths,
what time changed
shape-shifted
property
is held prisoner
within that
that holds you
without ?
What tides or history
have changed
since last a key
penetrated those
love deprived locks ?
And, for the dark within,
are you prisoner
or guard ?
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