The space in between 
 
The liminal spaces  
With many gray traces  
Give way to the dark  
In many of places  
The place in between  
Is the place of becoming  
The black and the white  
Light whirring and humming  
The noumenal is liminal  
For it's a thought not a thing  
It is nothing physical, rather the space in between 
In the coldest of winter  
The darkest of night  
What appeared  
Was a glimmer  
Of promethean light  
Thoughts like a ghost  
Are translucent, a fog  
They come from the dark  
Light shed on unseen  
It is the unknown, yes the space in between