Spacial Curiosity

Am I right?

Has the light, shining in my eyes, been too bright?

Am I wrong?

Does the doorbell ring ‘ding dong’, a little too long?

Is it the crisp bite of the stark night that makes my spine shiver and contract oh so tight?

Or is it the red flow, that does glow under the moon light that makes my eyes shone in confusing might?

Why do you stand there, bewildered by my thoughts, looking as if you bought the wrong item at your local shop?

Do I confuse you, bemuse you or make you wonder why you thought you might find some muse here?

Why must you wonder in wrought life, when time is lost to spaces infinital desire for more?

Some would even call Space a time whore…

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