Tripping on my Shoelace in the Vortex of my Soul

Trippin on my Shoelace in the Vortex of my Soul

For all the reassuring
Continuity of time
The vastness of space
Ought to be
Incomprehensible
As one takes in
Gaps
Voids
Holes
Vacancies
And other empty places where
Nothing exists
Except air
But really
There is nothing more
Humbling
Than the space
Where one stops
To tie
Ones shoe

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