The words become lost,
somewhere in the back of my mind,
under the solid wood desk
in a cabin in a snow storm
as I fall into spreadsheets,
calculations,
plans and reminders,
appointments
as I lose myself,
my thoughts
until I look up from the jumble
of wires under mounds of papers
and realize how much time has passed,
how I don't need words for that.
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