on the other side of a locked door is a key
the key to the door that is locked from the other side
on the other side of that key is a door
a door that you are locked behind
in order to get the key you have to be the size of a flea
but the flea is not big enough to get the key off its place
no the key to getting the key with the flea is to attach a string
a string is the thing to attach to the flea, that is key for the key
and when the flea reaches key he must tie string to key for the thing
and the thing with the key tying flea is that thing must know how to tie
flea and key with string and returned to you but only if he tied the thing
all the time you sit and wonder just how in the hell you ended up
on the other side of that door you wonder about how much time you sit
and although the key is on the other side of the locked door and you can see it it is not something that will ever be gathered by you but its so much more than anything else
and in this moment there is nowhere anyone can go but its too late for the end of the earth
for the key and flea the thing on the string learning lessons
rising tensions and everything else inbetween.
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