“It is a strange and horrifying thing,
to live and die in liminality,
to see and not to see; to touch each world
with weak and brittle claws, with bending bones
o’er-burdened with the weight that knowledge brings…”
The FIGURE’s eyes are grey. The FIGURE’s eyes are nowhere. The FIGURE understands that you, like him, are between worlds. Janus-faced, the past and future stretch before you in the FIGURE’s eyes, which are nowhere.
STAGE DIRECTION:
the FIGURE blinks out of existence
for a moment, and then back in, like a quark,
like a game,
but the FIGURE does not know how to play
a game.
“The FUTURE, my dear soul? The future lies
beyond the sight of any such as me
or any such as anyone, you see,
with only one exceptionality: