We stand at the gate,

key in shaking hand.

Not knowing what

lies silently beyond.

Of course the loud,

damaged and desperate

among us must open it.

To gorge on poisoned fruit.

To recreate that same

luxurious hell we would

never dare escape. So,

still shaking, we follow.

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stunning image by artist and poet Stuart M Buck, find his online store (and humorous inspiration via his Twitter feed.