between the lines

in the gaps between dreams where we lurch and fall
the emptiness of teacups between tilting jugs
within the frozen moments when eyes grow cold
the silence when laughter sputters and dies
between the flight of sentences missing each other
the suffocation between each desperate breath
in the sudden spaces, in the unbearable lightness
in the hesitations and expectations and surprises
the loss of balance between every footfall
love dying under the cracks of your smile
along half-finished highways and spaces for unbuilt buildings
between the regularity of streetlamps, the flicker of the bulb
in the waiting, the stormclouds in the distance
the blindness of blinking eyelids
the death between heartbeats
after the falling of new seeds
before wounds begin to bleed
the clearing of the throat
the pause of the pen
the end.

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Written rather hastily, recently, about transitions and absurdities and the lost time between beginnings and endings.