By Tony DeLorger © 2013
I kneel before a keyhole,
its dark discovery enticing,
beckoning my attention,
and I am gripped by a feeling of intrusion,
a feeling of potential menace,
and I hesitate, knowing full well,
the other side of a door is someone else’s world.
With closed eyes I grapple with myself,
contend with morality, discipline and weakness,
yet this dark secret passage sits before me,
its soft metallic whisper edging me closer,
my eyes straining to see beyond this small dark space,
this void of infinite possibility,
enlightenment, travesty or disaster.
I dare not intrude, should this secret bare malice,
or perhaps my world will crumble with its knowledge,
pierce my faltering heart and leave me without breath,
stone dead from my own curious mind,
or even leave me mindless within this living shell,
abject fear and terror disseminating what reason remains,
in this shrivelled up human excuse for intellect.
My knees ache, my mind in confusion,
I lean in toward this line of demarcation,
this boundary of right and wrong,
this damned keyhole, and I focus beyond the darkness,
and there in crystal clarity,
an eye appears, as mine, looking back at me.
I lurch back in fright, the vision unexpected, but an inch away.
My heart pounding, my hand trembling,
I lean in once more, and there it is, that eye,
and as I study it, I realise,
that eye is mine,
and I am seated in front of a door,
peering through a keyhole,
me looking at me, looking back at me, me looking at me...
The more knowledge we seek, the more we see ourselves.