If you could become lost
Anymore, if you could
Stare at the instructions,
While your brain spun its tires
In sandy attention,
Going nowhere faster—
Would you bother?
Would you rather body lost
In place or the place found
At memory’s expense?
A gust of wind kicks up.
What words are these here now?
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