Poem 124: The Space Between

my mind is a constant
falling into
its own space
giving up space
to fall into
the next black pass
of folding
a grin of knowing
into which smile
hides which smile
into hiding
the space between us
turning onto
the turning off
the next construct
duly staged
in vaudeville act colours
for the audience
of one
revolving around me
your orbit
watching closely
for the show to begin.