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NO ONE KNEW BY WHAT COORDINATION A MEMORY WOULD RISE OUT OF OBLIVION AND ILLUMINE THE DARKNESS OF OUR WORLD
  • Of Waning Space

    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

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