between the feeling and the fact
between the longing and the act
a gap
I stand at the edge
between this side and that
between the urge and turning back
I stand at the edge
of the gap
I stand at the edge
held back
by the gap
I stand at the edge
airplane door open
parachute strapped on
ready to plunge
but trapped
can't cross the edge the gap
I stand on a ledge
mountain peaks high
sheer rock straight down
I don't look down
can't go forward or back
I stand at the edge
look down
it's a sidewalk
the light changes
I still hold back
I stand at the edge
trapped
aching to reach
past the gap
but can't cross that
can't cross
from feeling to fact
from thought to act
can't cross that
too deep
too wide
too high
a chasm
an abyss
a canyon
a crack
can't cross that
can't cross the gap
I stand at the edge
I act in my head
hold still in dread
unsure
instead
of risking the gap
between the feeling and the fact
between the longing and the act
a gap
I try to dance to sing
my body's stiff
my voice holds back
it's out of tune off track
it lacks
later
I want to dance to sing
I recall the lacks
I hold back
snip snap
crick crack
a gaping aching
gap
your hand my hand
a gap
I have reached
something cracked
now if I reach
and you reach
do we reach
a track
or a trap?
a track
a path
that goes along
goes beyond
is this that?
or a trap
ever tighter
ever closer
no escape
except surrender
is this that?
track or trap?
a trap?
a lure?
to capture
crack
enclose
ensure
there's no turning back
is it that?
I look down
it's just a crack
I stand frozen
crick crack
don't cross the crack
don't go forward
don't go back
between the thought and the act
between the longing and the fact
a gap
I stand at the edge
I act in my head
I hold still instead
of risking the gap
I stand at the edge
I act in my head
caught
between desire and dread
between the fiction and the real
the real and the ideal
the image and the act
the thought and the fact
the wish and the fear
the longing and the lack
at the gap
a gap
in the track
crick crack
snap crack gap
an edge ledge gap
stopped in my tracks
a gap
can't cross that
this not that
dog not cat
a gap
split splat
zip zap
a gap
between the feeling and the act
between the wish and the fact
this not that
a gap
trip trap
not that
not that
not a trap not that
zip zap
rip rap
trapped
between the fiction and the fact
trapped
stalled
at the gap
do I fall
into the gap?
or can I cross past that?
is it a trap?
or is there a track past that?
trapped
stalled
splat zap
trapped
between the feeling and the fact
between the longing and the act
a gap
Elsa
August 14, 1999
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