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It calls some to it's splintered door
that opens and closes with the moon
and stars.
It ignores others when the time is right
but the soul, that is very, very wrong
as are the dreams.
Even inside there is a breeze
either flowing from the red curtained windows
or the unknown passageway under the floor boards
you can smell the sea
or it's the ocean
one and the same, yet strange for the
surroundings.
A sound rattles past the pine walls
through pipes and tiny vents that
crisscross the space.
Leading towards the bathroom
there is no light in there,
but I know living inside that uncomfortable room
a horror whether behind the shower wall
or the mirror.
No one could be more surprised
than me to know there was something
about the cabin.
To disappear in the dark is strange,
but to see a dancing spark in the deep, rich
smell of wood is soothing.
No matter what boundaries are crossed,
or holy lines are withered away,
there lies a cold space
in a cabin in the woods
far, far from this place.
