Asteroid B612

A spot, a space

A place, in space. 

That place

To Lace Up 

Fragments of life 

Together, tight and taught

Thoughts. 

I should become astronaut.

 
That place 

I Make it up 

with whatever I have

whatever I am made of.

Yellow.

A room

For imagination

 
Taking off , Falling down

The ground

Climbing up, Sliding down

Diving in, swimming back up


It's a line

A life

A life line

Yours and mine.

A gold mine

 


Are we not all miners of meaning? 

Looking for some sense,

Nuggets 

Through all the non sense.

 
I Walk 

the Alleyways, the Cul de sac, the way out

The pathway, the Driveway

That place, in space, in time

I have Yet To know

Yet to draw

Line by line

Stone by stone

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