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A cursor sits blinking, poised on the left side on the top line on a blank piece of yellow paper. It drops down to the second line Having written nothing. It sits there blinking Staring at me. Saying something Like a scared little pulse Like a little mute medical device Telling me that it’s time to let go Time to go on a little journey. It tells me it’s time to go straight Then it tells me it’s time to turn right.