Swaying in the Liminal/Arms

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Nothing quite fits right nowNot hereNot behind meNot ahead The past, dissolvingThe future, unseen Just hanging out on this foggy bridgeIn this great divideBetween the Land Of What Wasand the Land of What Might Be

 Looking aroundWaitingA bit confusedThis part wasn't in the manualI didn't read it in the notes

 New Poem here?-Decades of being pushed aheadAs if by invisible handsAttached to invisible arms The arms started to become understood,visibledefinedThen slowly,month my month,year by year,they started fadingso slowly it was almost imperceptiblebut over the whole stretch of time,yes, fading Pushing me forward?No, that's not exactly right, is it?More like shoving me forwardAttaching wheels on my shoes and rockets on my backand forcing me forward with such speed that life was nothing but a big blurSometimes reaching for me, grabbing me, drowning me underwater until I almost was out of air,and then letting me surfaceunsure when they would attack again