...that doorway into the mind in which
The key to the lock is diction, and I look out the eyehole
Waiting for my pizza to arrive.
...the window into my heart, cleaned everyday
By the squeegee of vocabulary, letting my
Inner-most passions and desires to be viewed by
All who care to look in.
...the trapdoor for the soul, providing escape for
Emotions that overflow and flood, leading to a new
World to be shared.
7/7/2002
