Transition

The train is leaving, but there is the head of a child

Resolutely wedged in my door of change

A sense of submerging as the old breath runs out

Nasty phobias manifest at times like this

Surrendering, the final click  elicits a sick shiver.

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I begin again with an awkward moment.

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This is how life pans out on my emergence

I walk strangely into a squeaky new room

Only when I am firmly ensconced, do I open my eyes.

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Now though,  once again, my Mind is in the Gap, MIND THE GAP, MIND THE GAP!