I thought I could see with
my eyes, hear with my ears,
but they had been sold much
before I was born.
When I began to enjoy being
with my best friend, my solitude,
I could sense intrusions in
my time and space.
in my or in someone else’s company
had been seen, heard, written, and read,
I was someone breathing fresh air,
but introduced as the other, long dead.
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