Tracking Poem by Douglas Scotney
Tracking
If you drop into dark holes,
each one for close to the same time,
and emerge each time
as if nothing had happened inside,
when the whole thing repeats itself
over and over again,
you soon find yourself waiting for the dark holes
and wondering why they do nothing but divide
what's going on outside.
You want them to close,
or show you getting out,
or leave a trail on the following side.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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