August 19, 2016Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, The Daily Writ, Uncategorized Leave a comment Empty busy spaces Thinking about those full spaces When no-one’s there I wonder what it would do to me To be there when awake and not Asleep like everyone else, passing-by Without ever being able to think about Whyfore and when shall We begin The dance Of Slavery And Begotten fonts Of knowledge Shall be Then and there A long time a One-time equal Of it too. I will bend to the will But not the way of the King of the Ether Namely, Bioman. Say again. Bye! Copyright B E Saunders 2016 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...