Your space reflects whatever goes on within
It betrays you, it baits you and it says
From all these overturned items
Flung and fallen, frayed and forgotten
You will find creative conductors
The other world looking out with faces
Only you see. Somehow here
You discover daring and dumbfounded
Divinity as you drag dirty socks
Spread eagle magazines to respective piles
A half dozen dog eared b...