Subspace Bubble

Spaces are cups that take many shapes 

Looking for people to fill their holes

You dip into such cups

Only reaching as far as the cusp

And you’re forced to settle for the next 

Unfit to unfurl your wings amongst gods

Of men shoulder to shoulder in shuttle cars 

The cars are a space you can’t find your home in

So you wait for the next stop 

To be dropped off in a new talentspacecupshapecar

Bits of you scattered on plasticine floor

feathers fallen on your old seat already taken by the next divine

Travel the world and hop cities no where do you belong

Everywhere visited there is a trail of loose feathers

Talentspacecupshapecarfeathers across back alleys 

new people already filling the void better than you had

You find a home 

It’s not you, but it’s home

Not talentspacecupshapecarfeathersalleys

But you’ve lost your wings 

And you can no longer move further

Wrought dry, spread too thin, living a lie

this was never part of the plan, was it?

To be left unskilled too tired unkempt unloved unrecognized dehumanized

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