Space IX

Dear outside:

I have shifted enough,

I am ready to drive

again and again to your doors,

again to your doors

full of you presenting your doors.

Thank you for your, again, doors,

it seems (not only) I have

waited for hour doors,

I have been waiting since

I have been born. Thank you

for your doors.

Thank you for dooring so long

the doors that seem doors

are just doors

and the door you are is not plaster.

Stupid, door, you are imagined

door. Imaged.