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Gasping at the illusions of my own making

Waves of rapturous gratitude

punctuated with blindfolded terror

Lost in a world of what if’s and what now’s

Finding slivers of solace in fresh-start fantasies and full-bodied breaths

In an endless maze of mirrors, the past reflects all around me

As the present moment calls…

And now, this…

And now, this…

And now, this…





Lalita Diaz

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