Empty busy spaces

Thinking about those full spaces

When no-one’s there

I wonder what it would do to me

To be there when awake and not

Asleep like everyone else, passing-by

Without ever being able to think about

Whyfore and when shall

We begin

The dance

Of

Slavery

And

Begotten fonts

Of knowledge

Shall be

Then and there

A long time a One-time equal

Of it too.

I will bend to the will

But not the way of the King of the Ether

Namely, Bioman.

Say again.

Bye!

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

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