the death of imagination

the doors of perception
are officially closed to
those of willful blindness
the gates are dangerous
hinges rusty and
the lock stuck fast
eyelessly grope to the
safety of your cellars
feel free to shop
in the stuffy corners
but watch out…
and be sure to stay
away from the stairway
up the flaming tower
it has been cordoned
with a noose
and is closed
to the public

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