Who Launched A Thousand Ships

A pain in the a*s to type is all I have to say...

slipslide                   we exist in the liminal spaces,                   threaded with sinew between andout                   barriers thinner than                   sweetly bleeding cataracts glowhalo only because white doors don't really shut anything out.                   close to the bone, there are places                   we're afraid to go                                 there are places, in corners,                                 in deep-breathing slow-flowing water heart                    young sappling, saccharine veridian                    strawberry carpal tunnel, sticky sweet inpink                    and dust, every((every))thing is dust                    and shame, place white bone break it. it's easy, and tastes like                    liminal spaces,                    threaded with sinew between andin                    barriers thinner than... t                     h                       a                         n            softly                        tearing cries                which                wings                                     will be