It is in between

It is in between is a segment of a poem visualised from the book The saddest thing is that I have had to use words by Madeline Gins. In a moving collage, all the words with imagery are shown in the same frame. They coexist next to eachother with their only correlation being the poem that strings them together.

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The rostrum is in the hollow at the foot of the quay.

Say something.

Do you feel it?

It is as hard as a mosquito.

Step on it.

The walking eye on a string

crosses the pier in sight

with calluses of color— grey, taupe, yellow

forming from the constant friction with the mist.

It is in between.

Memory is made up of gas shavings.

These are possible, as is it,

only with the twist of the mind.

A platform is drawn up from thousands of points of references.

They fold up and can be put completely away.

Sometimes these platforms on which the imagination may rest or set up its rostrum are completely reflecting