through wooden double doors,   like walking through a time machine   but destination not set back to a date of great significance    not time nor place that might spark important controversial   and social discussions at the tip of a thrusting vocalized spit sward   not science nor religion defied   not the place great historians rigorously and brutally debate over   inside text books and universities    no   these wooden doors   cracked and sullen, fat from their lonley years of humidity and quiet as the tree they came from   popped the cork of a tragic day