1391
was lost in it
wrong table
too far
I, the thing to not fit
who’ll help?
in the Gregory’s a street gone
on the GPS
throws us another state
there we are
if space then why not time?
no one knows they’re mad here
where to go?
no way back
but the pages turn over
they in their sleep too
let me leave behind
on foot
nor the crumb trail
circle around
wrong book
where on the shelf?
it’s inside
on the under the print
don’t drown
you could try
but you wouldn’t
I must be the insect
unnamed
randomly directed
antennae attenuate
look at my wrist
no watch
oh dear
oh dear
I’m late
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