limbus

like a rope that guides the
lines of night and day, or the
pale stripe of horizon that
lifts the sky from sea is the
limbus of heaven and hell

i live between with one
foot in the fire and the
other in a pool of light
with dual tongue that tastes
of Hades' cinders and Elysium jewels

always dead in the heart but
maybe a diminutive glow in the ventricles
always narrow in the bloodstream but
maybe a tired sun clotting in the flesh

daughter of jarius,
float back to earth
be undead yet unwhole