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Enlightened poetry
I wander from room to room,
speaking to myself aloud,
sometimes without my dictate phone.
That’s all the light I need.
The rooms are helpful.
Windows critical.
I could only speculate on what you might need.
This comparing of things. This is judgment.
At what cost?
How much more enlightenment than this?
It seems the way is in the wandering.
This is a fragment of the map.
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DLWhite
1/16/24
Poem
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