Dualiving

Waking up from
A momentary stupor
Wondering how long
I’d been walking
My mind fits plum
Atop my eyes and hands
Plotting a map
As I’m chalking
It appears I’m stunned
A mindless sort of trouper
Moving along
In worn stockings
I’m struck dumb
Thinking hard as I can
Was there a conversation gap
Or was I talking

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