- Frozen in the doorway separating dark and light
- There before my wondering eyes a most intriguing sight
- Centaur in mid gallop, on its back was found a clock
- It’d stopped its steady ticking and had silenced every tock
- Stuck at stroke of midnight—or maybe it was noon.
- Never really certain whether it was sun or moon
- Lighting up the hallway where this human–horse had flown.
- Should I keep familiar or push off into unknown?
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The Doorway
