Resolve...

[coyotemorpheus]

It seems we're always meeting at doors,
One foot in and one foot out,
Always there or somewhere
Else, but never fully
Here.

Our worlds are at right angles
To one another; but who is obtuse
And who acute, that I cannot
Answer.

Shall we continue this merry dance? Always
Glancing at one another with pain-warped
Vision?

We built this house ramshackle. Can't we restore it
Together?

I'm going to open the door now, please, come in.