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Disorientation
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S R T T
I I N I
D E O
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Befuzzled,
I wander
and
wonder
Climbing
stairs up
and under
Zigzagging
along
a corridor,
In
the
window
and
out
the
door
Feeling
lightheaded
with a
lead
foot
Covered
In
snow
the
color
of soot.
Knowing
my
bus will
come soon
I
take a
taxi,
to the
moon
Now
my
money
has
all been
spent
I take
a spoonful of
disorient
To decide
which way to go,
I dread
I must find my
way back to bed
I
get
off
the
train at the
next station
I think this is called
disorientation.
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