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A far mark
Unreachable
By design
Infinite variables
Appear as variables do
After all
It’s an idea
Not an arrow or round
Buffeted by input
From the moment
Of conception
It wobbles
Loses shape
Focus meaning
Congeals again
As best it can
But different
In many ways
Still it moves
Toward the
Growing blur
Changed itself
Merely by time
And wandering
Variables seeking
Any lock
Left open
Doomed by a
Reach too far
My poor idea
Scatters
Leaving nothing
In place
No remnant
A step is wise
Just one step
A vague direction
That’s best
For now
A bit closer
To where we
Want to be
A feeling
Our guide