the in-between

Today I am the in-between

I fill a well without a pail

Bloated belly-ache in-between

Fast-forward me, you. Why can’t we be?

Stalker-year offers no close

New and improved lacks any fresh

And I am the in-between

Lacking tulips; excitable, red, pure

So still-stale thoughts collude; collide and

Make murky what surely should

By now resemble clarity

They distract me; they stare;

They make me stupidly so not-myself; again

And again offer me fear, fear, or fear and fear of fear

Caught again, I am the in-between

I fill a well without a pail.

 

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