Somewhere in the middle

Never at the top, not quite near the bottom.

That is how it is. A middle ground.

A look up, a look back down.

Uncertainty creeps once in a while,

where is the fit?

A bit more, and a little less,

never fully knowing, but knowing no less.

The sandwich bunch, it seems the case.

Yet, there is within the mess a point,

that deep anchor hinges.

All that come within the range,

Into the space of play.

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