I found the skeleton key to reality displayed
on the lower level of an antique store
tucked away in a dusty corner.
There was no price tag on the key, only a note
scribbled in a fiendish hand saying, Touch
if you must. Use sparingly. Good luck.
I offered one dollar for the key at checkout
and the attendant smiled as if they knew
something which I did not know.
I now keep the key on my key chain hoping
to come across the door with a mysterious lock
waiting for fantasy to end and something to begin.