open too long and too wide
my eyes map their escape
charting red straggling courses
outward and onward away
all the hours and all the piles
the lists and the asks and the dos
thoughts of lunch early and late and only just thought
wait until -
and drifting closed, the maps dim
no web of trails to follow
no elsewhere left to go
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