Pools of worlds
between worlds.
Stories, ideas, places I visit.
Choosing or being pulled to a pool and I don't know what I will find
but things bubble up and I am pulled.
And when I refuse,
then this world is just a world between places.
Rather than the rich place I know inside myself it is.
(From the sock drawer)
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