Sick vertigo lurch
each thing on the list
I've forgotten once and never since,
as each occurs
to mind now missed, lost miles
behind, now no wait no -
it's packed and safe.
All stowed to go,
which is good, 'cause we gone.
Relief and bliss.
Each thing I call
to mind and know
I've lost, then calls back found
- as I see again, a place for everything,
and at least this thing,
this time
has kept its place pinned down.
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