KLEIN OPENS THE DOOR
Klein, midwife, kindly guide,
unshutters the passage
in the tall closet that stands
where the hallway els.
Cops and mobsters
surround the house.
We hear shouts
from downstairs.
Klein, grim savior, loyal friend,
unlatches the long doors
to the corner-cabinet
at the bend in the corridor.
The cheval-glass mirrors
all, but dissolves for
desperados. When we
approach a portal, it yields.
Klein, tender usher,
rushes to end my exile
in the dim cells
of my asylum.
Footfalls echo in the stairwells.
The borderlands lie before:
smooth alien fields
of nothing, and distant hills.
Klein, lonely co-escapado,
gestures toward the threshold,
urges me past a line
none may uncross.
4:10:57 PM 
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