Matrix

The smallest thought for me

Is the biggest key imaginable

It can open the heaviest door

And let it blow in the breeze

And behind the door is an impossible matrix

Of fleets and dashes and colours of the widest spectrum

And the matrix entwines and flows…

But stop

I must close the door

It fights me; the wind and weight try to defeat me

It is so heavy; but now it is firmly closed

And no one else can open it

Unless they find the key.

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