There was a tear
In the fabric of time
That sent my mind careening
Into an infinite wall.
But there is no use in stitching
A wound always itching...
So I cover it deep
With new memories I keep
Because the engine has stalled,
All the doors are locked,
And we're suspended in space.
Yet face-to-face,
We are here, pressure-free
Since there is freedom of intention
When playing in the darkness
Of the fourth dimension.
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