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What if this is not a matter of recovery?
Not something to be recovered
Not something runaway
Or misplaced
That might one day be returned by a friend
Or show up unannounced on my doorstep?

What if a cup has tipped
And its contents
Will remain
Forever anywhere
Except back in the cup
in the same way again?

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