Ban Space.
See that space,comfortably reclined,
that empty space that hums and sighs.
Watch out for that empty space,comfortably reclined,
awaiting it's timely demise.
Of empty space,
reclined.
Between the space,
reclined.
Between the space,
continues 2 recline,
2 recline,
2 recline,
2 recline.
Take off your helmet and kick off your blues.
The moment of space is surely upon you.
©Wired6.15/10/2021.
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