here
is a place
where we all are,
you are not
there
and what if you were?
would that mean
you do not happen
to be? at all
places
you do not
have to be there
for it is. a place
regardless
of occupation
and irregardless
of who is watching
the walls
upholds the (static)
nature. it is
imaginary until a foot
is set within the door
frame and proclaimed
here (and not there).
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Mad Moon Over Mehringdamm
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