POEM: Crack Posted on July 28, 2017 by B Gourley When it travels through the crack, who knows if it will come right back? Is it a crack in space or time, or in the fabric of your mind? “Maybe it’s matter” said the Mad Hatter, “But if it goes in fat, it’ll come out flatter.” Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related