with apologies to shel silverstein and both of my readers
in the space between the shadows
where the lines are always soft
in the floors beneath the floors and
in the loft above the loft
in the darkness of the evening
when the dusk begins to break
there’s a space in time for dreaming
when you’re sure that you’re awake
if you’re walking down the high road
or you’re locked inside and curled
in bed, you’ll have a chance to wander
in the lint trap of the world
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