Thoughts outsourced
to Lululand, to places
texted and tubed in space
beyond birds twittering
in forgotten backyards.
No silence to pause for that
brief breath and thought,
deluded fragments of
want and will in need
of rediscovery - but forgotten.
Outsourced in time
to unknown spaces,
familiarity at a loss
for words and thoughts
withering in wasteland.
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