Living in a Non-Linear Narrative

Walking into the kitchen

I forget my reason

for going; I stop,

and retrace my steps.

As when I am reading

and my attention drifts

lost in the dream of text,

I must return, sometimes

pages back, to regain

myself and what it was

I was looking for before

I wandered through the door.

(February 24, 2026)

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