Here is a door. Or, rather, four letters. A word.
The word opens. Light enters. A cloud. A storm. A bird.
The bird bears a message. Or, rather, the message bears her.
Four letters, four doors, four storms, four birds.
Forever. And on. Infinite doors. Letters.
Clouds. Storms. Messages. Birds.
No hands. No knobs. No frames. No walls.
Only doors. Infinite words.
Light enters. Where was it before?
No one has mentioned the dark.
No night. No veil. No blinds.
Once were. Then are.
No time. See how they fly.
Dark enters. Light. Light, as a word.