Space

It is a space and mine and yours
As it flows outward into  silence

A light bulb percolates its silence
In a lonely room and its windows

Are some holes in light darkness
A cold before- morning darkness

That has just come out of a sleep
Its ink spilled on opposing trees,

Unfinished buildings in iron rods
That pierced a soft belly of dawn.

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