Restless Revolutions Unresolved Poem by Paul Brookes

limbo's a hanging space,
here not there.
nowhere is here
struck by up side down planes.

there is nowhere we are
it does not exist except in
an emotionless black hole
a death fuelled space

we hang spinning in indulgent winds,
desiccating tragic tears
fresh morning dew litters above
salt sea below.

we like clouds hang between
lost lingering lovelorn above
earth's solid ground of cliffs and boulders

out of reach we the suspended
neither of heaven or earth
angels and demons both
in limbos hanging space.