Between the Wall and a Soft Space

Between the wall and a soft space has been empty and occupied,
And empty, and occupied.
Between the wall and a soft space used to smell like oranges,
Now it tastes like synthetic grapefruits.
Between the wall and a soft space has not grown bigger,
I only feel it more vastly.
Between the wall and a soft space you will find powdery snow,
And ice to skate on.
Between the wall and a soft space is boundless clutter,
Constantly finding a home.
Between the wall and a soft space is a 100 year old Pinchot,
Waiting to be sat under.
Between the wall and a soft space is an invisible wooden block,
Hoping to carve its next destiny.
Between the wall and a soft space invites with caution,
Not to become the wall
Or the soft space.

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