Between us lies this empty time
Resounding with our spent words
A fog-filled sky of eye stuff seen
In topography of  maps in the air
Lines drawn in water of  bridges.

Words pop up from time to time.
Between words is our empty time
Nested in a topography of space.
Time is space crumbs in between
Thrown randomly from a balcony.

You who always stand in  balcony
Look down on us in  empty time
Surrounding our bodies as words.
We are made of your empty time.
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