the These
God,
I am dangling between the ‘this’ and ‘that’
Not fighting
Or afraid
But here I am suspended
In the between
You and me
This elastic rope gives me too much room to roam
I don’t know what I am wishing for
I am not much for luck
Or placing stock in falling stars
Never justly fancied the crossing of fingers
Or penny popping into public fountains
in the face of reality
I believe in hope
I believe in love through travesty
I believe in fresh awakenings as I cruise along the periphery
of the places I have already seen
Suddenly I wish I was flying
Alas, this four-sided gravity forbids me go
So I dangle between the these …
You and me
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