Far Away Space

Far Away Space

I go far away.

Not by plane, boat, train, or car.


By smell of sawdust

Fifteen years I go back.


By sound of warm music

I’m anxious cold in my poster plastered room.


By hard feel of sulfur in the water

I wash my hands with economy soap.


By burnt beer bottles

I’m dirt road stumbling Saturday night home.


By green and yellow leaves after sleep mid day

I blink away existences I am and was.


There is nothing but far away and space.

I’m here nor there nor theirs.

No contest.

No invitation.

Just going.


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