Schrodinger’s third space

just past witching hour.
not midnight like the stories say,
when yesterday breaks into tomorrow,
at 4am, the third space,
translucent slices of time
I’m driving.
the road a path

no alpha, no omega
the clock suspended

until time presses forward-
the possibility still exists
of you
lying beyond its end

So talk to me, baby ...

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