Threshold(Acrostic)

Tests the edges of time and place.
Hear the beats of lands longed to be discovered.
Reservoir of reality and of dream.
Exists in the heart of every soul.
Sanctuary and source of light or darkness.
Has in it's territory a deep, sacred quality.
Ocular and enigmatic in it's purest form.
Layers sometimes hard to breach for any intruders.
Dimension that is sensual and irresistible.

poem by William Blackman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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