If side,
there's always there, another...
With no communication
but the bridging self
of the betweenness,
like the torn flag
of a broken, subdued ideal...

It's the betweenness oftentimes
the side of otherness,
spread, squeezed, immense, belittled,
there,
forgotten victim "rightfully left" paying dues
to the left,
to the right,
to whosoever's shameless
"I've been there before you..."

Poor child,
hanging in there,
betweenness for
baptised and pagan,
circum- and uncircum-,
soldness* and freedom,
blind between twilight and darkness...

There is no light;
just the uncertainty behind the other side
of blindness...


* - a state of being sold...