THE IN-BETWEEN

To wake up in a world you never asked for, 

and to choose a place where your wanting ends..

A place that holds both your entrance and inevitable exits; equally..

A place that itself exists outside of time and space, the sacred in-between

Where nothing is asked of you, no thing at all.

causing you to question if you're just an echo,

a shadow on the wall, a line of a song that keeps looping in your head

Fleeting moments of crystal clarity, lucid light

yet so watery, ungraspable and unseen..

You still wake up in the world you never asked for

and regularly choose places where your wanting ends.

Places that exist for the misfits, rebels and rejects,

addicts, dreamers and of course the delusional.

Those who can't hold the material longer 

than the time it takes to 

smoke another cigarette

and exhale you out from their memory, 

like a piece of chewing gum

or a bit of dirty phlegm.

The in-between spaces are the places where the wanting ends;

because you're neither here nor there.

And those who materialise you in their all important gaze- 

never truly saw you beyond how you can be useful to them anyway.

I've woken up in a world I've never asked for 

and chosen a place where my wanting ends;

The In-between where I linger longer and maybe just maybe..

 live here, lingering a little longer..