Ben Wannamaker - Psuedo-Space

Pluck piles lie wild
In wilderness stuck
Restlessly, while
Lost notes wait
Knowing not what
Fate waits for forgotten
Thoughts

Perhaps they’re employed or appointed,
The lifeblood of space
And filled space

For this tear is on and not in
Perhaps connected by thoughts,
Forgot for effect

Ben Wannamaker

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