I Found the KeyA Poem by Rev. LeRoy Jamespoetic prompt: "looking through the keyhole"
Walking with grand eloquent purpose
(have to take a leak!!) down the hallway of my building, marching determinate through the phantom odors of exotic cooking, I hear a metallic scratching, scritching chatter from the door of 304B. No one's there, my memory prompts been unoccupied for weeks now, since the Weiselman's moved to Florida... yet that dental tool scraping digs into my attention and the bladder is forgotten. Leaning closer with my left ear prominent I audibly search for the eye watering sound. I seems to come from just below the knob, from the keyhole, brass and scratched from hastily inserted door keys, a crazy haphazard star of brighter etched scars on the weak patina. I bend down to get a bird's eye view and send my curious glance into the keyhole. A dark, thin rectangle greets my vision with that sound emanating from within, causing my right eye to tear up and blur. All thought molten in the dissonance of metal on metal needing much neglected oils, my mind dances on auditory trance, dissolved and absorbed. That dark, rectangular portal pulls me in, impossibly shrunken and stretched to mesh inextricably with the machinery inside. The mechanistic oneness discovered, brass parts linked to my lymphatic system, my heart and lungs in rhythm with the cylinder, tumbled in joyous union. My spirit reaching out to commune with the irresolute strike plate. I exult in a spectacular meeting of metal, mass and my life. In a single nanosecond stretched moment everything, absolutely every bit, makes sense. All the myriad connections are lined up in the order of their cosmic perfection. Once understood, those connections move in a celestial, orbital dance. Etheric tumblers align and fall; the universe clicks. I am the key... © 2011 Rev. LeRoy James |
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