liminal mastermind

the clock is gently ticking up above our heads
but the hands don't move at all
the wringing of the fingers & the telephone
we've been waiting for the call
& every word's inadequate & petty now
but nothing matters more
this cold & hard reality that's always seemed so distant
we're washed up on its shore

lips that move in silence
the eyes are staring blind
half way to the next world
liminal mastermind
so stay a while amongst us
if you're so inclined
there upon the threshold
my liminal mastermind

I bend to catch a whisper of my origins
& everything he gave
while the angels who attend him in his darkest hour
are being sold off into slavery