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01/12/10 - (1)
Either Way
One dismally grim, late-in-the-game day or night, You saw, or you didn't, the light or the dark, And in that defining rite of passage — Illumination? revelation? conception? illusion? hallucination? — You came face to face with your apparition.
Whether you were a spectral simulacrum Or just the shadow cast, by a treelike streetlamp Growing in the collective retina of your mind's eyes, Against a sidewalk leading you to its end, Beyond a bend in the Milky Way, you couldn't say.
Either way, you sensed that an unrecognizable something Had taken possession of your essence Or, if not, that nothing had left it for the jackals And who you'd been (if, indeed, you'd been who bodily) Never saw the light or the dark of day or night.
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