Be the Giant

Will you mind, God
If I slam the door
On the life before
Will your ears think me discourteous
Given the paths you let me trod?

I’ve such grasping hands
Wrapped ’round the doorknob
Brass-cold but so familiar
I must let it patina, I know
And find my way to other lands

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