These spaces between my fingers
Spaces within my thoughts
They define one from another
Boundaries are essential
To mark ends and beginnings
To separate one from other.
Spheres of my many many realities
Crash and swerve
There seems to be no boundaries here
No laws that apply here;
Facets of spheres and edges on periods.
Stories that are true
Are false and unreal too.
Public spaces and private beings
Have boundaries too
But time? Does it have any?
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