SPACE
there is no
absolute space
distance
is relative
watch me
before your
very eyes
wrinkle up
into a chrysalis
emerge at the end
of the day (my
long night)
steel-winged sharp
ready
to fly
and you so
spaced-out
you readily
comprehend
if only you might let
me search, find your button,
switch to
transformation
together we could soar
without end; without end
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