Waking up to bright white light
and stretching as if stretching mightameliorate strange effects of night –
pulsing and misshapen
not with pain but from the strain
of having been somewhere
you couldn’t have imagined: this,
at least, is one hypothesis for why
the pageant of you utterly is changed –
your smell, your shape,
your thoughts, your size; for why
you aren’t anything you recognize.
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