space happened to explode

all over the place
bits of shrapnel lead the chase

over walls and parking stalls
following, following space

Or something like.
It is too bad for Space,
left lunging about, cramped
up in the unfolded bed sheets
of time-individual.

Mimicking those
murmuring footfalls,
corners where laughing
brings Memory-nothing
and/or fear.

The End

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