it was morning and my blinds were the trees.
Thick, and far from me, they had twisted to shade my eyes.
It was cool and clean, on my back, lost.
I could stay here all day.
My head ached,
for though I had Averted the rock,
hurled by someone I had upset,
I had walked right into the tree.
A trap I had set,
for myself.
I wondered from clearing to clearing,
and none of them looked familiar.
They were all the same.
It was circles for me,
and I almost lost hope.
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