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Dec 2019
But for the few
outliers
remaining

I would know nothing
of permanence
nothing of your
staying power

all would be as
transient
as my mind
roving

Planning always its
escape

catch me if you can
but you blinked
and you missed me

this way or that way
up through the hatch

watch me wrestle
time
watch me hoodwink
space

somewhere beyond the cubicle
somewhere beyond this white space
Written by
Lisa R
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