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!
