unsure
of where you
are in the dark
room,
in a strange
hotel, you feel
your way about.
a chair,
a nightstand,
the edge of
the bed.
then you feel
a hand,
an arm, a
leg. who are
these people
in this room
with you.
no one seems
to mind
being lost,
and confused.
each going about
his business,
finding a way
to the bathroom.
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