Borderland by Imogene Engine

The stars are changing, we look for them,
argue about
their location

People take turns speaking in different languages, but they
still have
the same questions

The children pretend to be trees;
they stand very still and
hold branches

The dream continues, the glimpse of the divine disorients
Before birth, souls wandering as feelings
I went into the shadow world and died

My angel whispers to me: don’t turn away