I found this old poem of mine, written nearly nine years ago to this day.
TIME
Time has been rendered meaningless
with the loss of my watch.
Today is a misplaced collection
of moments not connected
Or connecting to anything,
And yet I know time is passing
I pass through it.
And it passes by.
SPACE
Sometimes I feel
I'm lost in the space between us
The lack of atmosphere
near suffocates
The gravity
Drags me in wrong directions
Floating occasionally,
With stars in my eyes,
Noting how I
May never be found.
In space you can drift for days
without even noticing your movement.
P.Davidson 27/04/2000
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