Being Between

Dibble, dabble,

You have to touch and taste;

Try it all, but just a little,

You have plenty of time to waste.

Get just enough of Eden

To dismiss the guilt of wrong;

To soothe the blisters from

The iron chains of Babylon.

Let the minstrel lull you,

Til you’re in the world’s embrace;

And you go waltzing, twirling,

Uncontrolled, and hurling—

Lost in a dizzy spell—

While the tune you’re dancing to,

Is the same one played in Hell.

Held captive of glittery things

You’ll find out far too late

An arrow clipped your wings.