The space
between it's dreams
shattered scattered reams
Boundless worlds and infinity
words that slice, boundless
nice to be un bound by
life size eyes blue
then green, blue again
the contest is on
but who will win
leather bound reams
or glass incased gin soaked dreams
the space between infinite
like reflection from the rear view
they are closer than they think
Christopher McQueeney
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