The Solitary Introvert
What happens, whilst of that fear-rush
Face-blown, if fleetingly, when this
Front door opens?
The mind broadens!
Whose threshold's gain I too weighed.
Inner, outer, secure, insecure
Where, that distant
Worlds meet; two. Pant.
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