The After Door

Rafal Olbinski

The After Door


Moved to the country
To right myself,
Right under twinkle,
Twinkle little star.

Went to the wild
To make things right,
Right with the world,
World within—without.

Moved a little too far into the night.
Went too far in, got too far out.

Motherless nature,
Can’t find my Before.
Fatherless shaper,
Homeless to the core.
Childless vapor,
Where is the After door?





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