Spacetime

 

Slipping through the void, the pendulum shifting

Time and space, dust and red clay sifting

Through our fingers gently falling

Echoes of memories and past ghosts calling

 

Innocent feet running and hands holding

Dreams and dimensions circulating and folding

Like a cheap umbrella in the Windy City

Where vibrations murmur ancient ditties

 

Smile on the vintage Sun with cosmic rays

Beware of blunder fooled through wounded gaze

Dangerous invasions of parallel influence and folly

Skipping rope on the edge of flattened jolly

 

Luminescent sparkles in the darkening empty

Enlightening the consequence of having plenty

We hold the inertia in recess of hearts

Shopping the isles of beauty loaded in our carts.

 

Straight forward the manifold opens flat

Like a damp towel over our eyes whereat

We shiver motionless in the vacuum

Waiting for our tattered yearn to be weaved on the loom

 

Forget the weight of motionless gravity 

Leaving behind cultivated brevity

Enter into noble air and light

Hold the hope in midst of fright

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