Day 289: Labyrinth
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i have figured out my way
around solitude
in the way a child knows the contents
of its toy bin-
who arranges the soldiers for battle,
the blocks for cozy buildings,
and the puzzles,
which always
fit together so nicely,
no matter how many times he takes them apart
and rebuilds.
rebuilds
the little connections
that were etched
and matched,
like arranged marriages
that work.
but to find my way
in the companionship
of others
is a labyrinth
i am infinitely lost in.
it is a dance without steps.
and so i find myself
in corners
to keep the beat
or carry the tune,
and wait for
the safe maps
of exile.
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