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At Nights Threshold
TL;DR A sonnet-like poem in ten stanzas inviting the reader into a mystical tavern where time unhooks its hands and souls find communion.
Where mists of silver robe the pilgrim road, I found a door within the night that sings; Its lintel carved, an omen of abode, And laughter rose as if on unseen wings; There beat a hearth whose coals like roses glowed, And reined-in Time bowed low and rest bestowed.

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