NO FREE SPACE IN TIME
My life is like an office, and
I go there everyday. I have my
steady workload and I keep my
steady hours. The cabinets are
filled with things to do, and the
walls expand for my books and
drawings and papers and work.
It's all pretty good, this workday
I make. I can only stop to wonder
at marvels : the walls expanding,
my mind on the move.