How many days have I existed in this space of nothingness
These hours without end - this time without name
When everything else has been quantified
This gap still exists - or do we make it
Every time we cross a country or continent
Here I am pushing my way through the fabric of the world
Digging my fingers in and stretching time
While hold has been placed on the rest of my life
This is neutral territory - crossing oceans and above the clouds
This is some where between and if i had to name it
I'd call it elsewhere
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