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Time

Existing in places you would never think.

Spaces.

Traces.

Of everything left behind in our tumble.

Summersaults

Cartwheels

Ferris wheels

All turning like gears as our bodies rotate.

Breathe.

Then escape.

Not.

A.

Sound.

Can you.

Command me.

To command you.

To do, everything you wanted to.

Jamaal Bonnette