THE DOOR!       Let them knock. Let them.

You can count yourself safe inside, never revealing,
yourself to yourself, totally sealed.
The telly is your single-eye window to external time,
colour by colour, channel by channel, zap zap zap...
The door! Let them knock.
Who can it be anyway, a lover?..
Men or women, lovers could be windows,
each one opening to a different adventure
serial after serial, zap zap. The door!
Is it worth answering who ever it may be
just now? Freedom is a prison of sorts...

Janus has two faces, bright door and murky
	door!       No, let it remain shut.