Tall oaks surround the
cottage - forming
Into groves of ageless
sentries whose silent presence
create an aura of unforgiving
remoteness
and yet, at the same
time, portraying an allure -
of simplicity; a place
of sanctuary
the timeless stone
dwelling stands deep into the woods
barely visible from the
road; displaying only a frontal face
the rounded windows,
though uncovered, appear eerily blank
no light; no reflections
– nothing but expressionless portals
revealing mortal truths while
allowing for mystical lines at Prime
the front gable juxtaposed,
in a striking upward angle,
an odd ten-degree-point, against all that is natural
and mirroring itself at each
side of the polygonal edifice -
with engraved notice reading
across each lintel:
“Introitus In Aeternum” -
the anteroom consists of
stain glass walls in inviting hues of ocean
and then a second
entrance, with a confronting bronze door,
effused in patina with notation
stating: “Life and death have no place within”...
the interior enclosure; massive
- larger than appearing possible
while housing volumes and
volumes of lists and obituaries to ponder
his work compels absolute
isolation
away from the village;
distant of church brethren
however, he must touch each
their skin to complete fate
as written upon the churchyard
stones, that stand in circular rows,
looping time and space at
infinite points; one soul – one departed.
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