In this dream,
I unfold other maps
between petulant winds.
In this place, I am known,
but not by this name,
not in this direction.
I have lost my way.
It was a mistake
to come here today.
Ignorance always wins,
because it does not know
it lost long ago.
Tracing a vein in my arm,
I find a way home.
(January 17, 2026)
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