Liminality Friday, September 7, 2018Thursday, September 6, 2018Ken We are in the cloudy middle stage of this terrible ceremony. Fire and smoke. Not there. Not here. At a threshold. Hierarchies reversed, dissolved, continuity uncertain, future outcomes once taken for granted into the pyre. Share this poem:TwitterFacebookTumblrRedditEmailLinkedInWhatsAppPinterestLike Loading... Related
Beautiful, and beautifully written.
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