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Sunday, May 31, 2015

Once

Once, watching a film in bed
with but mind on the action, 
an eye in back of the head 
focused on a body just
lying there in bed: it was
his, yet not his, and the scene
clearly went on forever
beyond body or building,
even the sky got swallowed 
up in the expanse of sheer light.
Posted by Willson at 6:42 AM
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