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Updated and (hopefully) improved version of yesterday’s frantic note

I was here 
until I wasn’t
then I watched 
not me
reverse, chiral
a blurry selfie 
through a prism

Bits of not- me scattering 
black back light 
like the stars who don’t 
belong to constellations 
just waiting to be named
waiting to be claimed
to fit somewhere 

Anywhere 
to be needed
to be part of something bigger 
than a fleck of time
whose source ceased
to permit 
even a spark 
to broadcast in another epoch
and so
with no ego, no id
no I.D.

Past swallowed in darkness 
cosmic sand 
bends sun’s 
unwavering stare 
through the clouds 
and in the clear 
that ray that
now you see-
and now you don’t-
that ray is me