Backwards light and sidestepped mornings
a place where anonymous is your name
where you slide through shadows
and sidewalks, and both
are of equal weight.
Is there ever a point to reverie?
If it's not something you'd want others
to read, and who am I to say if it's
wonderful, or selfish-
to abdicate from the world.
Do we relieve others of our presence or
deny petty empathy her theories of self-worth.
I mean, if they were never yours
in the first place,
Pay homage where homage is due.
For language is generative, but,
ideas are cyclical, and,
what we were at the beginning
is what we will be at the end,
only upside down,
and backwards.
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