i crouch through the door
hobbit door, i call it
i pass into shadow
feel a light touch upon my crown
whispers
like cobwebs
gossamer yet...adhesive
this tiny narrow door
atop this tiny narrow stair
this lock which never opens twice the same
i never understand how to alter myself to gain entrance
yet once i stop struggling
i am in
the rooms change
but they are all here
always
all
here
and i know if i consent to open
what i will be
for a time
i know the cost
know the pain
but know also the gifts...

gravity at my beck
matter at my call
breathe?
i am the air
breathe of me!

hidden things beyond these ever beckon
to progress...
the fire and the blood are required

the burning will trail its echoes
its aches
the nameless hunger scorns compromise--


who are these...others
who seek to enter?
i invited no one!
i am a guest here myself
yet they do not know how to open and so
tonight the secret is mine to keep



and they will never find my hobbit door

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