I retrace my steps daily
a journey, a journal
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I open the door,
I go down the stairs,
walk

I move in circles,
mapping my surroundings,
recording changes.

That leaf wasn't there before!
Until it falls,
and I see the body of the tree.

I greet the sun,
I smell the rain,
I spiral through spacetime.

And suddenly I discover it:
a gap hidden in the habit,
step.