on the move
no idea where I am going
the directions are muddled,
in a foreign language and rapidly spoken.
my limbs flailing, one arm protecting my face
I step cautiously in one direction,
keeping my weight mostly on the foot I know.
I don't know where I am going, only that I am
moving in space and time
and time, she keeps moving forward,
I know this from the ticking of my clock,
its ringing on the half hour.
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