Do you know the door to the hurt place?
The door in between no place and the great place?
The door where the owls don’t rest, but only the ravens
Who wait for those who don’t make it out
The door where moss quickly grows over live, beating hearts
Oh, do you know the door to the hurt place?
How it swings open without abandon threatening to swallow you whole
The door to…the hurt place which offers nothing but a tomb for transcendence
Do you know the door to the hurt place?
Enter it at once
Fear nothing
It holds the infinity of you.
