execrable doorknobs

There is a path to the golden way
that is, if gold is a matter of worth
just a reflection of a solitary source
weaved into The Great Depression
and stolen from the girdled lantern

Three doorknobs are statues of defiance
you will break two of them
trying to reach the image of gold
why won’t you see between the seems
and find rest at the final door, more real than it seems
and find your loose pockets released
where pearls answer not the dust