open the doorway she said,
see the sun shine in,
let the ravages of time wash over you,
free me from beneath myself,
under the fig tree buried deep,
I wondered,
was the me I thought I was,
really the me I am,
or was the lies I told others,
the lies I also told myself,
for stars in my own eyes,
lies,
it is,
and it is not,
for the waiting,
was not me,
and I,
I am not me…