Echo

 
 
My life this side of the great divide
Feels good.

But to my left we have
A dark place.

To my right we have
A place that dazzles.

And in front we have
The great divide.

Shapes whose lines break
To jagged edges,
And faces turned to see me
But are blurred
And incoherent.

Like watching the world
Through a bathroom window.

My side makes sense to me.
Not so that other.
But it does echo so here.
 
 

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