Time and Space
I carry time like a tune in my head
A murmuring metronome of which I’m unaware –
But once,Under deep anesthetic
It grew silent
And I awoke not knowing
Quite what day it was.
Space is an interactive map plotted in my brain –
But the longer I am absent from home,
The more my dining room gently expands.
Stray keepsakes vanish from the windowsills,
And the whole is bathed in a wan,
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