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Dogs 2019

DIMENSIONAL DRIFT
(4/30/19)


I get
lost
at times

my body
locked within
the muscle
memory
of routine

my mind
free floating

exploring
realities
that no one
else
can see

having
purpose

enjoying
contentment

still living
in the
world

continuing
to go through
the motions

but running
only mechanically
through earthly
affairs

while soaring
self-majestically
through
the cosmos

until
a stumble

a bump

a cut

brings me
back
to the
everyday

then
I will look
around

and wonder
what I am
doing here

once
again

in pain