A balloon stretched thin
sings depth on a whim, sings
“spacetime and sand
go hand in hand.”
And the room
resounds
with crosswalks and scattered streets
while empty air
breathes motion,
retreats.
A balloon stretched thin
sings depth on a whim, sings
“spacetime and sand
go hand in hand.”
And the room
resounds
with crosswalks and scattered streets
while empty air
breathes motion,
retreats.