A Childhood Dream
T Tom Billsborough
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Descend the spiral staircase
To a stone-flagged floor
And once again confront
That green door
Of my childhood dreams.
I shivered slightly
As the room was damp
But had no sense of fear.
A pale light issued
From a single lamp
As I stood rooted there
What did it mean?
The door was locked.
There was no key
Only a voice informing me
That I in verse must forge
A song to open up the mystery.
A code with exact words
In exact combination.
I have a strange sensation
That it concerned my consciousness,
And the instigator of being.
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