I have a key

It’s use apparent

It unlocks

Only, there are no doors

No need to hoard

This bit of tarnished-to-green

copper

I see you

Pressed against a gate

“Here take this!” only you refuse

I beg, plead, wile

You akimbo your arms and

Fist your fingertips

I march over

“I’ll use my key!”

Open Open Open-Sesame

All splinters and shards

You plummet toward an abyss

It wasn’t a gate

Toes at Precipice

I drop the key

“Maybe it can still aid you”

A whispered prayer

Follows swiftly falling copper

But not me

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