II not finished

molesting my mind with self-stirred misery
made from scratch by these two paws
scraping and clawing at the oak door that never budges
heavy wood framed in translucent glass
where I can see the foyer and drool,
mouth agape at the haunting paradise
knowing it doesn't take much merely to knock
just to lose the sense of devastation,
let it fall, shed of skin,
you're always on the other side,
finding veils to lift, conjuring up walls, sanctioning airways,
building divides in unconquered territory
that will never be subjugated, and never any less hazy,
these paws stand back, halting to all action,
never moving towards, just being still
stagnant, and untouched