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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