What happens when crafting a #poemsofpresence pulls you from where you need to be? An existence missed? Or Inhabiting liminal spaces in between lines

What happens
when crafting a
#poemsofpresence
pulls you from where
you need to be?

An existence missed?

Or

Inhabiting liminal spaces in between
lines to point you towards the
next stanza, where you had to be?