Fallacy of Personal Space
Personal Space Cannot Exist
There are chances or collisions
One never plans, never truly possesses
Alone, but with quarks and protons …
What matters then our private spaces?
Private alone the mind of the Space Magician
Whence comes the contours of our destinies
Whereby Little Space and Mighty Space breathe as one
Yet One is without clay ears and clay eyes
Touch, trespass, touchiness, trial;
Vanity, variety, vortex of violence
Mimicking proton and anti-proton in some vain vial
Our cell-sites and web-sites exaggerating difference
The message of space is as personal as that of Time
Educated, satiated, rich or otherwise – your atom is but mine
Copyright © Anil Deo | Year Posted 2017
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