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Map I drew with assured hand
Does not align with moving sand.
I outlined the way, marked the lines.
Still, life changed it day by day.
The word whispered softly and gently
does not match what I come across.
A promise so serious, a word of trust,
Still, acts meander; truths don't stay.
The mirror displays a laughing countenance,
It lacks correspondence to unseen space.
Behind the grin, a storm could persist.
Thousands of thoughts that wander away.
Still, the heart can learn in the gap.
to do a curve, to do some change, and to do return.
What does not correspond can guide.
a compass created from what is rejected.
for every flaw, every mismatch
reveals the power keeping us raw.
