All these spaces
Running up and down
Back and forth
Sideways and frontways.
Flowing in and out of each other
Stretching like time
Becoming and staying
Changing like the generations that
Call between the lines and
Ask what made them stay.
Our town for now
To own it and shape it
To flow around it or
Redirect the direction all the way.
From here sitting and knowing the floor.
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