lost signal depot

I didn’t mean to come back
from edges that beckoned
past breathing geometries
my bony legs to carry

the ones that called out
to cross over-
didn’t take the time to
get to know me
so I didn’t trust them

fearing a loss of all agency
kept me in orbit
without regret

still wondering where next
what might have happened
to this me
who and what was calling
from inside or behind the giant
living idol cheshire cat

gatekeeper at the tree line

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