Doors are magic, so routine
It's true, we've quite forgot
As stray thoughts start to coalesce
Our proof may have a shot
The only way to walk through walls,
The barriers of space,
Is through the voids that we create
Between here and that place
We blithely walk from room to room
Each one a different world
As we step from space to space,
How far have we been hurled
There are two sides to every plane
We think they're back to back
But I have come across some minds
That parse a different track
Please think about this if you will,
And not that I'm insane,
A tunnel is the space between
The two sides of a plane
A tunnel long or very short
It matters not at all
Its ends, each side, a transit plane
Attached by open hall
Now ponder my hypothesis,
Each stable world a room
Without the magic portals there,
Would soon become our doom
But this is magic long in use,
Not special anymore
Except to those who study hard
The magic from before
Once sewing was a magic art
And healing much the same
Before the whole of mankind twigged
And routine became tame
So think about the walls you breach
When next you open doors
And think what worlds they separate
And what each world stores
Remember, each is so unique,
So different from the rest
And where you walk, this world or that
Just give it all your best
Richard Higley © Apr 2012