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Perhaps
Perhaps we are not ourselves
perhaps we are somewhere else
say there is no God
say it three times
and spit against the wind
Perhaps this is not a world but
a tiny star
floating forever in space
say it while you comb your hair
and wonder if your soul is here
Perhaps we were meant to be alone
we come into the world alone
we die alone
say it as you breathe the air
say it as you remember
a cormorant splayed against the street
before he died
Perhaps only the now is real
the picture varies
from day to day
say a leaf is gone
from a certain tree
say a bird's upon the lawn
where a rabbit sat the day before
nothing is ever the same
no two faces are ever the same
When all is said and done
perhaps nothing is real
touch me, I can feel
feed me, I can taste But
remember the dream
the one that recurs again and again
Jack Mashman
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