"i look at the burning sunset. and i wish i could go also
through the red doors beyond the black-purple bar.
i wish that i could go
through the red doors where i put off
my shame like the shoes in the porch
my pain like garments,
and leave my flesh discarded lying
like luggage of some departed traveller
gone one knows not where.
then i would turn around
and seeing my cast-off body lying like lumber,
i would laugh with joy."