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The Path Marc Mosko, 1996 Inside an iron box rests a steel key. The bronze lock secures a copper door, Through which few have gone. Beyond the copper door lays a marble path. The path is long an windy, lined with many things: Flowers grow in patterns simple, Aromas scent the many colors. Statues show those who live there, Placards give the facts exact. Open heaven domes the skyline, sometimes clear, sometimes dark moods are many in their patterns, clouds thus fixed in varying course These things are signals, these things are signs, these things are clues to go deeper inside. Silver glitters not far ahead, Polished to shine, polished from tarnish, Gates of care and attendance. Stop at the gate, the path has ended. Speak now to pass the word, gathered from the path so complex access through the door so locked opened by the key enclosed. The keeper of the gate grows wearied. He will not wait for indecision, he will not tolerate partial answers he turns his back on the seeker and goes. He goes to find that iron box, the iron box with the key, the steel key that fits the lock, the bronze lock to the door, the copper door before the path, the marble path leading to the gate, the silver gate to the golden heart. The iron box must be hidden deeper, hidden harder, hidden well. The seeker next must be more sure footed, more sure minded, more assured.

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