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.