Doorways (poetry)

Everything
	Holding the
Seed of its
	Opposite

And the more
	We try to
Deny
	Suppress
		Avoid
			That reality

The larger the
	Seed grows
Nurtured by the
	Fear
		Hate
			Envy
				Lust

Trying to
	Hold
		On
Squeezing ever tighter
	Only to watch it all
		Slip
			Away