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Skeleton key

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.

Unlock

I try to follow the inner workings of those exhibits
found in places where history is stored.  My eyes,
though, lose focus.  Shrieks of joy from children
delighting in balls bouncing and the turning of gears
while levers move up and down urge me on 
back to when I saw with purer vision.  I know that I too
once held my face to the glass placed between myself
and the larger mysteries of life that were duplicated
before me.  To some it has been given.  To others
it has not been given.  In which crowd do I find myself?
A long time ago someone handed me a set of keys.
I have yet to find the doors which each one opens.  
Perhaps I will wait until company arrives and together
we will unlock fate and hope.