Possibilities are veiled, they’re not far away but the gossamer is keeping. Seemingness of separation is a brick construction
Dissolving liminal status, reflections are quick; but the self is away, over the edge.
Tread and wear, the threshold line does wobble, worlds on either side, sacred separation.
Unknown navigations, no path to gravitate leaves the wind to decide. Air shifts inner desires, leading forward in any direction
One thought on “status reversal”
aqua swoon of windy statement, is your writing