Sometimes it dawns on you that
The house's most intriguing
Part is the door you opened
And closed but never noticed.
Then, one day when you're locked out,
You consider how the door
Has been built to prevent you
From entering against it.
A gate's the moving heart of
Sedentary residence,
The word that swings from the real
To the artificial world,
The wild to the domestic,
Death to the game with hinges.
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