Space and time

Here a talking man is sleeping,
His arms akimbo, feet in the air.

Then were wild gesticulations,
Sweat on brow, fire in the eyes

Now vacant and unconnected.
He no longer exists in a space

But he had happened in time.
Whatever begins shall remain.

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