Puzzling Merry-go-round©

How do you lose

That which you see

Things that you touch

When your hand dares to reach.

Physicality, which is not really there:

Subconscious mind, floating through air.

Vanished is empty, the body is full

Engine pumping, denying truth

Something is missing, misplaced or mislaid,

That which’d never been there, now adrift or astray.

I’m no longer lost,

But I haven’t been found

I sit in my puzzling



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