# Liminality

Author: makyo
Tags: Poem, sonnet

#2 of Poetry

From Eigengrau: https://makyo.ink/publications/eigengrau

A year starts not on January first.  
  The days may hunder but the seasons speak  
of time's long march, of fast time, slow time. Thirst  
  for "start" and "end" neglects the limen sleek.  
So, why do some unsubtle sciences  
  forget about the in-betweens? Those pure  
uncolored dreams made mere contrivances;  
  "between the years" now simply: "year, then year".  
These rough mechanics, held unseen, can spoil  
  the beauty of our silent spaces, take  
from us the liminality, embroil  
  our lives in cold and tired minutiae.  
    Come sit with me, come stay with me inside  
    this place between where strange new loves abide.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/Rm0gjkpe
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