NO ONE KNEW BY WHAT COORDINATION A MEMORY WOULD RISE OUT OF OBLIVION AND ILLUMINE THE DARKNESS OF OUR WORLD
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Of Waning Space
#dailies
One fluid ounce
of waning space
remains
Just before the impending close of
nondescript elevator doors
A quick finger button press
in the clutch
WATCH HOW THE HAPPINESS BENDS
Proper elevatorial molecular redistribution etiquette suggests
Everyone move slightly
A little bit more over
further down
Suddenly a number is called between floor lines
Again a press,
a light
a ding
the doors reopen
and the molecules rest once again to re-assess
