No space in time

No time to think thoughts home to me back from the brink

No room to breathe no breath to hold

Those words they

Tumble

through

the

fold

No still to

Breach

No breach to right nor width to span no depth no height

No shapes to face

No face to climb nor forms in space no space

No time.

Passing Thoughts...

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