Negative Space
All too easy
To go about your everyday
All you don’t see
To hasten along your well-trod wayYou already know
What you would see, were you to look
So what’s the reason
Your world’s a fully-opened bookBut every corner
All that rests on empty page
Ever torn or
Every hour worn awayAnd then some day
You found yourself among
You found yourself embedded
You found yourself lost under
Negat ve space.
…always seem to go that you don’t know what you got…
This was supposed to be a poem, but it’s actually turned into a slow jazz song in my head. Maybe some day I’ll record it?
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