Something went wrong inside of me.
Now every time I do that thing
how I'd normally do, it's reminding me:
Perhaps the old ways are not best, for you.
Reminded, I twinge in wince and cringe,
adjusting procedure in course-correct
to the newest best way I have to do,
in a move to bypass this training wreck.
We accumulate tips and tricks like this,
as by tics and degrees we go doddering.
Adaptive and strong, we are well-taught things,
drawn taut and intent on each new-pulled string
as we bring ourselves ever more cautiously
to whatever this dance of ours shall bring.
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