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The Opening

Open my eyes and I close them
Open again look out, see in
Open my eyes and I close them

Touching open spaces 
Found in grave and in dark and warm embraces
Trading open secrets
Saying nothing that we don't know
	One and one make zero

In the dark she has no face
In the quiet I have no name
In surrender there is no ability
	But inevitability

Open your arms and I fall in
Open heart surgical angel arrow
Open your arms I have fallen

Clutching imprints and traces
Once engraven now the darkened wave erases
Shading in the spaces where fingers and feelers won't go
Look how you've forced the day to wear clothes

I'm the hollow on your landscape 
I'm the hand inside your glove
If you give yourself an opening
	Then the tug will absorb the shove

		I have a wound
		That never heals
		Cold hands are those that
		That never feel
		Two lips conceal
		The room of all that's pleasant
		And the maiden strain
		Slips past and opens
		The present

		Soon now we'll break
		Open the seals
		Old hands are those that
		That turn the wheels
		Two lips reveal
		The doorway of the pleasant
		While the maiden strain
		Slips past and opens
		Your presence