Spatial
P Patti Masterman
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When I consume worlds,
I’m waylaid by the gravity;
The galaxies unfurled,
Creation fills its cavity,
The wars on for my soul,
In terms of stark depravity
From pole to distant pole,
Time’s become a travesty.
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