The weight of space


The gentle rhythm of frozen rain
Laying down it's whole form -
Is the place where space hangs.

It gives each muttered word
A softened place to land.
So many ways in
Was I taken by it.
How it lingered on my every portion.

Through all the ways
The space was spent,
Through each freshly chucked off notch,
Still, it celebrates.

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