In my small house or is about to
I pull it upright when it snags
On something but it sags
A little more the next
Quicksand time
All the houses looking back
I’ve lived in matched where
I was at in mood and years
Time becomes space as Wagner
Said it does after space
Abandons time after Persephone
Climbs the last hill to elude
Her lover after Parsifal
Enters the dark wood
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