T Minus 5

Five days before I left, I had no theme
to talk about, no subject to discuss.
I focused on my plans and tried to beam
some calm inside, resisting any fuss
of deadlines, limitations, or extreme
preoccupation, letting no words muss
my musing, sensing scenes will be imbibed
that on return can be word-circumscribed.

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