it’s fundamental

space, hairy hairy   space the lord   be with thee
space between cars between freeways between cities between
you and me between bugs and bombs
a universe of space neither terrifying or ugly, right or wrong
just there: you could fire pistols through it
between you and me
or skin rabbits in it or blow up   Hong Kong or build a statue
or spade a cat or install a telephone or mug an old lady or
change a tire or grow a tree
there’s nothing   wrong with people being together even if they
don’t know

it’s when you get to know that you miss that space

and run for