Until it pauses to resume with a revival.

I do not wish to reveal the sense of poem through the description

There's a home,

Down and above the blue,

With an open heart,

Busy in receiving all invitees. 

Visitants set foot in,

Through the memory of the past,

Challenging the present norms,

To be a representative for the future. 

Floors are broad and deep,

Paths are long and narrow,

Where the spaces are open to close,

And emotions are closed to open.

They all write,

Curate the feel to relate,

By making the stories act,

And to be enacted into the stories. 

They all carry something,

And something carries all,

To fit in the race for survival,

Until it pauses to resume with a revival.

It is the only home,

Performing the never-ending ritual of birth and death,

Under the infinite roof of expansion,

To expand the roof infinitely under it.