The key
There is a key.
A key that opens it all.
That unleashes the powers that be.
That lets out the fury.
There is a key.
One key only,
That lays somewhere
amongst so many others,
unattached, plain, simple.
There is a key.
A key that opens it all,
that unleashes the powers that be,
That lets out the fury
There is a key.
Not golden.
Not silver.
A plain key,
amongst the million keys
laying before me.
There is a key.
I know there is a key,
there has to be a key,
there must be a key.
A key that opens it all,
unleashes the truth.
The truth that will set me free.
There is a key,
somewhere.
I will know it when I touch it.
I will know it when I see it.
I know it's there
Because I can feel it
staring at me.
Sandra Langer
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