The pause before applause
The dial tone before the greeting
The static before the song
The stumble before the step
Neither dream nor memory
Neither awake nor asleep
Neither beginning nor end
Neither white nor black
Maybe twilight or dusk
Maybe autumn or spring
Maybe Libet’s delay
Or a phantom pain
The guide and the tormentor
Bearing both shackle and key
I am the ever in-between
And I shall be your broken bridge
Written by Farida Sobieh.
Cover photo by Enjy Ashour.
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