I’m struggling to unlock this door before me.

So many attempts to get in forged and stuck on this ring:

Each one will kill you in a new way.

A voice surrounds you and congratulates you,

Hissing louder than the wind hailing your foreseen entry.

Lapis shadow mocks you as you move farther away.

Each step is a stairway from heaven,

Every metered ninety degree decline, a fall from peace.

Stone steps of cherubim faces watch you leave him behind.

Chanting growing quieter,

Lines of the meaningful

Slipping and fading away.

The last memory folds.

Ee – plur – ih – bus

Ee – plur – ih – bus

Oo – oo – oo – oo

Num – num – num – num

Projected across the starry sky you begin to see all things familiar.

Voices growing and shrinking, building and falling,

Your home becomes these hills of forever.

Chanting growing louder,

Faces of familiar

Brightening and focusing.

The first memory opens.

Ee – plur – ih – bus

Ee – plur – ih – bus

Oo – oo – oo – oo

Num – num – num – num

They don’t believe your home;

They tell you it was a dream.

This is all so increasingly cliché;

You isolate them in conclusion.

“If two see three, then do three see four?”