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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