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Between here and there
sits a chair behind
a sandstone wall,
waiting to be sat
upon by anyone at all.
But only those who
see the light will know
to look, will show no
fright, when they stand
before the chair and wait.
Before their eyes
the chair will turn
into a gate,
with a hole in the
space that was
the seat, where
hovering words said
“insert feet”.
There were very few
who’d ever been
through the chair
to have seen
the Otherworld
without wanting to stay
A long time ago
it was a common thing
to come and go
in summer and spring
to learn what the
old ones had to say.
Morganpoet
sits a chair behind
a sandstone wall,
waiting to be sat
upon by anyone at all.
But only those who
see the light will know
to look, will show no
fright, when they stand
before the chair and wait.
Before their eyes
the chair will turn
into a gate,
with a hole in the
space that was
the seat, where
hovering words said
“insert feet”.
There were very few
who’d ever been
through the chair
to have seen
the Otherworld
without wanting to stay
A long time ago
it was a common thing
to come and go
in summer and spring
to learn what the
old ones had to say.
Morganpoet
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