Between panic and exultation
Between self-pity and cold reason
In that little mediating space
Between light and matter
I am listening to someone drilling down
Hammering on steel and wood
Hoping to pound me into the ground
Thank God he stops once in a while
To catch our breath and change position
And immediately some sun absorbs me
Turns me into a glimmering cloud
Indifferent to all above and below
Until I waver between light and darkness
Holding them both at bay or not
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