Revolving Door

 Evolve, Revolve, Dissolve -- Diversity wanton to solve. 

Bleach it, Breach it Talking to 4th walls! I sought the salt. 

Dreadnaught was something of Not, negative of positions; 

posing the positive dispositions, for adjectives sake -- 

a means to The End, that names God with an attribute... 

What would it give, if you knew His name? Call his Bluff!

Could you buttonraise the One, who can wager on you? 

Do something out of Nothing, at the Gates of No-Gate. 

Holo-casting your shadowboxed orifice, to see behind the mirror: 

The mirror was still empty, and the eye didn't see inside! 

As I was doing my thing, I became aware of being There.

The Revolving Door still pushed me aside, to keep looking.