Here we are,
In the in between.
Just liminal spaces
Traces
Of Faces we used to be,
Conflated races
No longer
Space for it.
We hold,
Balancing
(Or trying to)
In the in-between.
Pending
While we are friending
Our feral futures
(Or was it the past?)
Floating
In the Space between linear and circular realities
Spiraling
And unraveling the old
As we suck on what never existed
And we dissolve what always has been
That space in between,
Where the veils thin.
The In-Between
