Crawl in my space, darkness in
Reality — limited space of time and imagination.
Awkwardly, our toes graze, wiggle —
Where flashlights aim at outlined, colored drawings within
Lairs…plotting against our villains in secrecy. And,
If we don’t solve for a fourth dimension by supper,
Never reveal where our time crawls, as hangered clothes
Get our heads in crawl space.
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