Thursday, January 19, 2012

The Size of Space

What would I write you
If writing were possible

If you could just read
Or understand me

What would I say
If speaking were possible

If you could just hear
Or listen to me

I don't know if its just me
Or if my head is having technical
Difficulties

But I could use you right now
If you happen to be around

Or else I'll just keep walking around
Walking my head in circular
Motion

And it can't find the end of the circuit
That switches off, or burns out
Or reboots...

What matters and what doesn't
May both be insignificant
You pick.

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