Change
The hour suggests me
the day re-forms
No need to interrogate mirrors
thawing revelations have turned glass
into watercourses
I have begun to live out-of-myself
- at a distance
a new skin for an old ghost
just a breath away
and no longer clutching
at an out of hand
life raft
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