within the folds of the universe,
across the whispers of Ages,
the space between shadows
that cradle the being and the non
There is a time
in the moments of a rainbow,
between the stroke of midnight
and the beginning of it all,
through the veil of Millenia
when Obscurity meets Clarity
There is a feeling
of lurking, of pinpricks
on the back of the neck,
of the taste of darkness
weighing heavy on the tongue
with the sticky sweet cloy of light
Where Yesterday meets Tomorrow
in the space between the shadows
of the Now
The creatures in the in-between
dance and glide and
swim through dreams of
chance meetings of Life and Death,
of raw encounters of the fleshly kind,
nightmare creatures of
Lost Hopes and Perfect Dreams
There is a place
in the space between shadows
at the beginning of a long journey
and the end of a lifetime,
a heartbeat and a universe away
Is the silent edge to nowhere and infinity
balanced along a single delicate thread,
where reality is made, and destroyed,
and re-created. If,
by some chance encounter (or fate),
You find your Self on this path,
what will you do?
{Note: This poem was published in Vol. 2, Iss. 3 of Rigorous, an online journal written an edited by people of color.}
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