The Corridor Awaits

 

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Filled with New York light, somehow brighter than elsewhere,

Yet a little harsher, perhaps because of the time of day;

My corridor awaits.

The intersections of lines and polish draw me inwards,

As the short pause of individuals show it for what it really is.

 

A place which leads somewhere,

Also, part of my journey.