hovering in between then
and there
is now.
so what do you do
in that vast space
just before
wondering
and wandering
cease?
suspended–
confined–
but not held
by anything but you
when does purgatory
become a playground?
who gives you permission
to leave or stay?
when does your freedom
encroach upon
another’s safety?
what then?
who do you answer to?
what compels you to care
about the place
others are ensnared?
This sphere
is all we know
when you
are sitting in limbo
the penultimate question
lingers
and it feels
like it has something
to do with letting go.
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