Mirage
Every moment I get up and go out
into it, the market, cocktail parties,
just sitting in the coffee house and
seeing the same faces that happened
to have been
there for so many years
as I find myself with them, which,
over the long run, makes me feel
unbodied
as if we were all a dream…
but, of course, that’s just me not really
there.
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