LIMBO

Neither here nor there,
Stitched between the veils of existence,
The air, thick with the melodies forsaken,
A symphony of dissonance,
Time, the erratic dancer,
Wove threads of perpetual uncertainty.
Inhabitants of this sphere, 
Like phantoms of shared delusion,
Together we toiled beneath skies draped in surreal hues,
Each drop of swear a sacrament to the promise of reprieve.
Our labour a cosmic exchange as we readied our nurtured soil for trade,
Watering passage to the next astral sanctuary.
Planet of limbo caught in the eternal flux,
Harboured both the departure and arrival of souls ensnared in the transcendental choreography of transience.