Being, In Between

Why would I choose the other door, anyway?
I’ve heard tale of rituals in there
That would leave any heart weak.
And I don’t really feel a draw to be that other person.
So, what does it matter, anyway?
It’s only a room.
It’s not that deep.
But being represented by neither of these symbols
And instead a gliding, fluid thing in between,
Is there a room…

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