Out on the lash
Just before the next edge
There is a space
Having not quite left
And just about to enter
There is a room
Outside, there is a great light
Inside, a soft kind of dark
And in between the two
A deep shade of grey
Known only in this place
Balanced in between this threshold
Of being not quite in
And not all the way out
Allows for a peripheral view
And a chance to be still
To take stock of where you are
In order to decide
Who you will be
Limited only in space
Liminal spaces
Offer endless possibilities
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