Open
Rhythmic creaking door
In this darkened silent space
Is the room breathing with us
Are we all secretly attempting to get out
Even while we appear sure as statues
Is the world out there trying to get in
Futile as it seeps in through the open window
In the sudden sounds, with the tempting smells, as the dancing shadows, on the stirring breeze
mingling with our attention, our senses, our thoughts, and our breath
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