Edgewalker, she be
living in liminal
spaces, home
for a constant
seeker, a constant
traveler, a constant
outsider – looking in.
Peering through
windows of others’
places, others’
spaces. lighting
match, after
match, after
match to light . . .
Light fades and
sparks dim,
weary, illusions
fade; bright,
warmth of life
fades into
rain-soaked dreams.
Return to mists,
greys of liminal
spaces, for a constant
outsider, a constant
traveler, a constant
seeker, bones
whisper,
it’s time –
time to come home.
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