Betwixt and between…

Betwixt is a word of everything

already and not yet, suspended

in that lost moment of so much

that meaning can mean, it’s just

between the sixes and sevens of

Homer’s sea monsters, life’s rocks

and hard places, where safety

and danger are found together

holding hands as a brother

breathes his last, remembering

laughter with tears and fights

with joy, life folded in love

refusing Hobson’s horse, hating

the jab of Morton’s evil fork

and Procrustes’ knife trimming,

embraced in the chance of

billions of variables called God’s

will in order to sleep at night,

the moments of right and wrong,

love and indifference, life and

death which is always betwixt.

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