There's something about the in-between - the space where you're going, and the space where you've been.
The proof you were here, and the things that you've seen.
To the marks that we make, in the stars, on the earth - each violent hand and phrase that can't be unheard.
To clocks ticking backward, while we're chasing our worth.
In a finite dominion we study and name,
the liminal breaks all our efforts to tame.