At the Intersection of Airports and Doors

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At the Intersection of Airports and Doors

I could not sleep last night,
I spent the night staring at my phone.

A friend text me as I woke,
"I dream of you and me staring at Mt. Fuji. Crying."

I told another friend a day or so ago,
"My home is at the intersection of airports and doors."

The gate is not a gate. It takes you to another world.
The mountain is alive, I know: I had a child with one once.

Gigantic strong legs jumped between planets,
He did not want to be burned by the hot sun.

My child swam in oceans among stars
(He did not know these were also suns)

And as I woke up from my dream the then next night,
I had these feeling of having lived this moment twice:

My wife, the mountain, was with me washing my feet
I tried to tell her, "Love, I do not deserve this."

She used the ocean and the fish tickling my toes,
A waterfall to quench my thirst as I reached the mountain top.

"Tell me, my wife, my lover, why did you choose me,
But a mortal I am, and you are eternal?"

"Eternal not, my darling," is what she told me,
"I'll only stay a little longer with our child."

Imagination jump up and down in between planets,
He had a life beyond what I thought he had.

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