Would you be willing
to speak from the fringes,
to spill from the edges,
to gaze from the margins
imagining border crossings?
Would you be willing
to wait at the gate,
to stand at the doorway,
to keep open your heart
as much as the door?
To be always on the cusp
of beginnings, and of ends,
and the in-between possibilities.
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