Liminal Space: A Poem
What would your poem about liminal space look like. Here's mine (from the Archive):
Read Write In Between
Empty spaces Between What was What is What will be Lost to False Memories Fleeting Moments Forsaken Dreams Contorted into Recycled copies of Incomplete Drafts Revised Lines and Glossed Proofreads Reported then Rewritten then Published in large caps Across centuries Memorializing Stagnant Whitewashed History Disguised by News that Breaks Transcribing Prescribing Perpetual War Vast Carnage Intense Hostility To repeat Until No More Spaces Exist Between You and Me Former Strangers Turned Acquaintances Found Friends Across the Globe Who record the whole of What was What is What will be By merging My memories Your moments Our dreams Our stories Our truth At once Recaptured Written Recorded Read Together In tandem Between artificial borders Between arbitrary timelines Between lines of fiction to Remember what really was Live what truly is Revise what we will to be and Breathe, Write, Read With no spaces in between
I might revise, edit, or add to this draft in the future. Stay tuned …
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