Liminality has it’s limits I think of thinking of hammering A nail to the wall, the coffin, the cross All of it is too small All too small and narrow These halls are not of vikings or gods Only endlessly spiraling though they are straight As arrows I walk backwards, in my attempt To walk forwards All of it so harrowing Fill my belly my marrow is Sinking in To the deep, the deep I see eyes that follow me Random nights on the prowl A predator with a scowl Just a shoal please dear sir I beat you with the blunt part of the axe Watts didn’t calculate for part of the universe Fighting back against it self A bohemian struggle it’d be more like a toggle Binarity of life I think of dying so do all my peers