I am running out of ways I can note my hand.
Laying it on a scale is hopeless.
Each assay takes me further away
from what I am searching for.
Like a forgetting, the space around it
becomes mapless, without orientation.
I am losing my hand
is my hand lost?
I inquire within over and over.
I feel like I've just
entered another room
where I can't recall
why I came into it.
what appears to be form
seems to be dissolving.
Hand appears and disappears,
pouring itself into emptiness.
Until I type this...