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Are you seated there
No, I am standing in a space
Layers of avid air
keen to occupy horses 
for a race

Where else is space
Well it is in the milky way too
Joining you and me 
with an invisible string 
crimson and blue

Can you show me
Well, I can, but five thousand 
years you have to be 
in wait to see
almost an eternity 

Why so do you know 
Yes a little I do
But first can you please 
have the glow
of your face

occupying a pretty space
I mean the face for the bees
Can you have it
floating on a cup of coffee 
or  Darjeeling tea 

It's so cold this evening 
Oh yes, with it  here you are 
How much sugar
Just what the space of a teaspoon 
can cocoon 

This too a space?
of the ilk of the vastness 
of sun and moon ?
Yes dear there is nothing empty 
But there is plenty 

of warmth from your fingers 
lingering in the  space between 
the brown surface and the rim
pretty and slim 
just look it gleams too

To return to
where we got glued
It would take that huge time
for the light from us
may be many more plus

to reach the silver sky
to make us visible there
and without light,  you know
no sighting is possible 
not even a particle 

Saying this he 
in a coffee-heat spree 
switched off the  room light 
blossoming quite a few tulips 
warm and tight 

Is the space a vacuum 
Well  both yes and no
But in the long run no 
Like between us it's space
But not airless 

Up to a certain point 
in the sky so amazing 
it's a blue space 
courtesy dust particles 
in oxygen 

And then, her eyes now bigger, 
it's dark and dark and dark again
until when 
there is another planet like ours
along with a luminous star

How vast is the space then
Hard to define
Almost endless vacuum 
dust gas and other bits of matter
floating around 

Not sure
if there are
universes further 
like ours
in the space

Then there are
the black holes 
Souls you may say
of gigantic stars
that had collapsed 

Why, is it a hole 
Not exactly, dear
Nothing can escape its pull
not even light 
so dense and tight 

In the huge emptiness 
is traveling 
the radiation 
emanating through 
the Cosmos 

But no more
The scent of the flowers 
in your braids 
stirring my nostrils 
Need a barricade 




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January 15, 2021
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