Found, Lost, Still Searching

The house glowed

like the passing light of a phantom.

We blinked and lost the coordinates,

but the flashing memory lingers.

Is it still within our grasp?

Left stripped of rope and tools,

the climb back to beginnings seems to perpetually end.

Left stranded without a guiding hand,

certain knowledge is better kept out of mind.

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