Liminal

Liminal Pulled from the dream by my own lone cry Rain on the window shadow in my eye I lie in wait for sense to come and shake me Figure familiar in foreign frame Who’s the girl? What’s her name? I lay in the liminal painting questions on the wall Old man Berger makes his claim You carry a motif in your name I weep in the water don’t know why Just let me cry Of all the men to kiss my cheek Your image enters into my sleep Of all the men to make me weep It’s you Hold me down and hold me still Try to bend and break my will I will not Will not