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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