Limbo

Here is limbo, a
Flat white space where
I breathe, fret and chafe
Against the days, the hours
Rub my skin, sew me in
Demanding I fit their
Size and shape.  I peer through
Curtains of living, too greenly
Stranded in uncertainty to part
The cloth, walk through.  I am
Unleavened bread, the salt
Extracted left me bitter and
Intractable.  I wait for you -
Your soft envelope of arms
Folded to keep me safe.  Not one
Blanket do I possess, I am
Regretful and restless, nervous
Of one more sacrifice asked;
One more wound may be
One too many - I could dance
In this space for eternity.

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