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Off into the Space of Time
Off into the Space of Time
She Said,
You,
judge me with a comb finely scraped
on your bald head.
Look to the crackling of paper
lining your trash,
Thrown out posts, it’s
Pointing out its usefulness
In keeping us divided.
Secrets and not-tell’s
Off into a space of time.
Wanderings, mind and body.
She told him,
You,
forgot not to not inspect with the glasses
kept on your bald head.
Pulled to the bridge
To further examine:
You’re doing that thing you do,
He says,
When she did that thing she does,
Oh so well.
Don’t comb the nits from the scalp, don’t tell.
Don’t pull down the glasses to peer, don't peer.
Don’t go, off
Into space of time
In mind and body
Wandering
