
The shutting of the door.

The door is ajar.
The door stands open and inside is, I know not what.
It is in there and I know it means me a mischief.
Here I stay, immobile with uncertainty.
Still I stand and it knows that I am.
The thing, it smells, it breathes me in and tastes my stench.
It purrs and I am lulled by the sound.
I seem closer now, but how?
By no will of mine has this body been impelled.
Though I am glad.
This flesh sings to be tasted by the unknowable beast.
In it's dying ecstasy to glimpse the hinted at truths beyond the veil.
And it was that I took the stride which brought me closer to extinction.
Trembling euphoria shook my very core and I reached for the threshhold.
Between a moment and infinity I became lost.
And with it, the shutting of the door.