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Just north of Khartoum
adrift, for now
one song follows another
one moment indistinguishable
from the next
beyond the movements
the pauses
of my fingers on the keyboard
it is a bliss
not knowing what comes next
there are so many words
and songs to occupy me
if my words run out
in my old age
I drift
and remember
when I ran
where I walked
the trees I climbed
the people I loved
and it's all one life
a huge picture
not just a memory
but a river
that keeps moving
and I haven't found the end
not yet
maybe it's circling around
to a place
where I'll begin again
(completed on a Sunday, the fifth day of May, 2024)
