Permission

A morbid thought

which allows such abominable ones

enter the building;

wretched soul cannot contain.

How can one go to a place,

when that one

is the definition

of what said place is?

If indeed, I truly am,

and am that state

with you,

then a place does not exist

where we are not

May I climb onto your shelves?

Would I,

permission allowed

come and meet with your soul’s temple?

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