Standing at the door
Wide open
Here we are
From long ago
Some life past
Once before
To meet again
Between us and them me and you they this and that
Among in the midst surrounded by the middle of
Life and Death
This center point here in between is the place
I died
Old parts
New selves
drop fade fall melt down out away
Last gasp of air
becomes a fresh breath for the beginning of a moment in time
again
Standing at the door
Wide open
go into walk across
all the way through
I choose to enter
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