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somewhere they are lost
where they were before
behind the door 3D glasses
we poke our heads in
and now we are lost
and there is a gaping hole
somebody has fallen in
there is a rope ladder
and they climb up out
from where they were before
watching the sand in an hour glass
poke holes in the carbon paper
where a leaf has fallen
just another oak tree with rope swing
we climb into a squirrel hole
once when there were animals
watching us as we broke a mirror
that kept all data in its confines
we did this as we fell
from one branch to the next
as if we never knew we were climbing