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to splash a slivered light on space-time theory

 

time, so lacking feckless angel's grace,

she grabs unsteady place

 

athwart her inner/outer space ...

 

and space her candid moment in thick time

as she so makes her staunchly uphill climb.

 

so when we stretch our food intake

 

sans application of unvarnished bar or brake---

as we our hopeless health forsake---

 

we burgeon waisted girth post-birth

o'er boundless, spanning space

 

of fatly rounded pregnant time.

 

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RSScheerer

RSScheerer

18 years 6 months ago

Wow

Okay, "wow" doesn't do this poem justice. Everything from the title to the very last line is just amazing.