Centuries past doorways
impossible to recalibrate
for mistakes
been made.
Idealistic ancestors lay motionless, oblivious.
Their enemy, our savior.
Sentries guard doorways,
impassable. With no rendezvous
we fend off
assaults;
strategic defenses placed in our midst, relentless.
Our enemy, their savior.
Readjust to the angle of the passive sword.
Come undone under the weight of the unspoken word.
Are you listening for it
in the embedded thoughts
hidden between the syllables?
The implied connections
of unrelated concepts,
and the connotations
thereof?
