gate/portao

i stand facing a gate that opens to a new place
the nervy trepidation that swelled so great before
has dissipated in the excitement that arises
given the immediate imminence of newness and
the complete lack of control that I now await.
Through the gate exists nothing, or everything.
something? i do not know what exists through the gate.
i will walk through, and let you know.

 
 Written and photographed on May 20

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