#2mature
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.





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