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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