day 263

we seek in the dark for what we feel
our floors listening to all that’s felt
blindfolded we see what’s been dealt
with mittens we grope for what is real

radar turned off, stumbling blind
unsteady in dream of a future fate
hope that change has not come too late
wary of those we may leave behind


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