Stepping outside

In a ritual of silences
And quick glances
I myself hold the handle
Of the door that makes way
To the long corridor
Sided by life stories
Voyages and voyagers
There’s light there
Coming from up and down
Reason is behind
And so is explanation
I share traveling in time
I map traveling to share:
There’s no “go there” and “do it right”
But only
“do it with your heart”

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