A Small Comfort
A space exists for all of us
as a door that swings open
when we flail into this world.
And like a door slammed shut,
our bodies so rudely closed,
and when the door shuts behind us
we leave it unlocked
so it can swing open once more.
The space we fill is not ours alone,
but more a revolving door
spiraling open and closed
when one of us leaves this earth
another one comes in
our trajectories never cross,
and yet we follow a similar orbit
a circle that begins and ends with a door.
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