Friday, May 4, 2012

Epiphany Hypothesis

Waking up to bright white light
and stretching as if stretching might
ameliorate 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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