Space

by BOB GALLO   May 11, 2021


First the space
was an assumption
a dream of distance,
another shape of awareness.

Then
the dream turned to a nightmare:
Separated souls searching for each other.

Hallow was the world without space
then hallow was being without each other
without oneness
in space.

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