In or Out

Each night’s small verses
Brick up words’ corpse doors
Cut to let the lost

Get out and go on,
Completed to keep
Them coming back in.

Reader, you may go
Around to the front,
Meaning without words,

Where the doors open,
Where you don’t see us
As bricks but as shells

Welcoming your thoughts,
Hollow but homey,
Like any good house.