i got caught in a corner
for quite a time
pondering
why? i glance on all
its side, out and in,
right and left, and
i begin to write what
i have not thought of
for a while, no rabbit
from a black hat, but there
is a white mouse that
my hand has followed suit
like a curiosity which is
always unsatisfied and
being so
i left the corner to regain
what i have lost for hours
the air i
breathe.
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