I surmised a familiar path,
With a new trajectory in mind.
I rearranged my brain and heart,
And entered four numbers, two times.
It was as if I were returning home,
It was as if we were streamlined.
I pulled up a tiny stool and
Noted long, unfamiliar curls–
Quarantined, confined and tied
To disfigured calculations.
Still in isolation.
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