(1880-1917, Auguste Rodin, 1840-1917)
Residing not in this world nor in the next,
the portal is a mystery all in itself,
for we know what it is like in this realm,
and assuredly we will discover the hereafter,
we know already that death is a door,
but it is only one way that it opens,
and it does so for only a fractional moment,
we know those that seek out the portal,
in this realm and in the next,
assured are we that misery is in both,
for the flow of souls is not in one direction,
yet we have almost forgotten the port itself,
where was it fashioned and by whom,
was it by choice where it leads or was it by chance,
and in either case can another be built,
that leads us elsewhere...?