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PRESENCE OF MIND

Where that is, this will surely follow:
A swath of path cut into the tall grass.
No way: the sign of no mind,
A trace of a drip on the corner --
A drop of blood just under the lip.
The troops sweep through
But it's early and they're confused.
We huddle in a compartment
Someone had the sense to reveal
When I took the lease. I'm not saying
How good it feels to unfold
And not have died. I'm saying
I felt a presence, a warmth
Coming from there.