‘The space between’

Everyday of our lives we build a wall,
from the insular mortar of daily bricks.
Weeks are columns and months rows.
The years we measure by how ‘thick’.

This living monument springs up tall; 
Each brick may be level and straight.
Gravity eventually topples them all.
The space between is how we hate.

The dense barrier contains a margin.
A desired void between us and them.
This matrix fortifies our internal light;
but it shines our compassion dim.

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About Bo Bandy

Just a creative soul trapped in a world of cookie-cutter pragmatism...
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