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“Isn’t it true that you start your life a sweet child believing in everthing under your father’s roof? Then comes the day of the Laodiceans, when you know you are wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked, and with the visage of a gruesome grieving ghost you go shuddering through nightmare life.”
~ Sal Paradise in “On the Road” by Jack Kerouac
Between Heaven and Earth
You need not open a door to be outside,
to find yourself on the edge of darkness –
between night and day,
land and sky,
heaven and earth.
This is no place for you,
you have no business here,
with these other people,
these invisible ones;
‘I do not belong here,’ you tell them, over and over.
The first time it happened was a mistake, an accident;
you hadn’t worked for months,
the money ran out, and
the light died in front of your eyes while reading in your chair;
then you finally understood the meaning of “dying light”.
There’s nothing you can do, no way to bring back the light;
they’ll come for you tomorrow,
and this room around you will vanish,
your senses will expand to fill the void, overreach and
collapse back into your worst fears.
You will be reduced, diminished, minimized,
but this is not the first time,
so you know the score,
you remember how to seek out those places where you can be invisible –
just one more naked man, hovering between heaven and earth.