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                                50 mph

                                driving up to London
                to find my root, to tap back into my routes
                to find the here that I am driving between

                                it is early spring
                the branches are only budding, I can see the ways ahead
                straight and turning, there is no need to go any faster





being & identity wormhole: the practice
branches wormhole: Western Motel, 1957
childhood & path wormhole: I survived
London & travelling wormhole: com- / mute
Spring wormhole: 1963