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  • Take the wheel he told me
    I looked out at the fog
    and the emptiness

    Lacking horizon or landmark
    I turned to find anything solid in this flimsy, yielding world
    anything to hold on to

    I tracked the compass close and struggled to keep her heading

    He looked up as she began to spin

    Can’t you feel it, he asked

    It wasn't until so much later I learned to read current and wave
    and looked up from the compass

    Today I started to write on a blank page
    the emptiness was daunting

    I stopped

    Recalled the currents and tides
    turned my face to the wind
    I can feel it
    when the words are for you
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