Pain
when you knock,
and is glad to let you in.
His house is strange,
with many halls
and rooms.
Each contains a mirror
that shows you
where you’ve been.
Each contains a door
that leads you
back again.
To gain your freedom,
your host
must show the way.
Before he can, or will,
you must almost
want to stay.
May 17, 2006
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