Literature
Shitkicker
I once walked past the great doors;
And through these great doors,
Could be heard the dreams of life:
All that were,
And all that are,
And all that will be,
Astounding and beautiful in their clarity.
I lit my cigarette from a lick of flame
That came from a crack between the old structure,
And never met with the world again:
Wandering aimlessly through the planets,
And small patches of light.