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perhaps one night they will take you
from your home
to a place out of doors
and in the darkness
on bare ground
before a pitch painted shed
begin to tell you who you are –

and realise something
for which even they were not ready –

that its only
that in the black shed
(its closed door hiding a mystery
terrifying even to them)
of which you are worthy