there is a pause
between the door
and the door handle,
a line to each step.

i take off

stagnant in my
disintegration

i remain.

this which does not creep
that leaves me cowered
storms with sharp stride
to take me.

safer still
in the blank gasp

in decision
and indecision.

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*safer still definitely has been used in other poems by me...everything is borrowed even by myself. is it blog time again really? i suppose i must be going mad again.