Thinking about leaving
I check my tents
Two of them
Too many to take
Just one
All I need
Not enough stakes
for two anyway
Pull up stakes
Move on wherever?
I don’t have a place to go
So I have many
Present moment is illusion
Something has come before now
And the time here already ending
Everything is measurable
Nothing notable, unnoted, begun
I’ll pull up what I have, say hey
It’s time for me to be moving on
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