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The Old Key
I have come across a key
in my desk forgotten.
I do not recall what it is for.
Unlocking memory?
Perhaps a door into an old reality.
Best forgotten, says the small voice
the one easily made uncomfortable and afraid.
Treasure too lies buried in the earth of experience
chests with locks needing keys.
I stare at its patina in silent wonder
questioning the wisdom of unlocking cylinders and tumblers.
Neuropeptides, protein chains, synapses long grown cold
of their chemical fire.
Ashes in the cosmic dust pan.
I place the key within the desk
close the drawer.
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