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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lukT_WB5IB0

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I've felt that, 

You know?

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That new-lease-on-life

Transcendentalism, 

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Where the road 

Almost seems to unfold,

Rolling out like a carpet -

Like ellipses -

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From beneath the instability

Of your feet.

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I know what it means to come so close -

To have encountered the curtain 

And been exposed

To those seemingly contradictory moments,

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Beyond,

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Where time loses its sense of constancy

And the world, devoid of color, 

Becomes 

An unconscious representation of shades:

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No more than light and shadow,

No less than black and white.

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I remember that moment well:

When my lights were out 

And it was just between me 

And those deeper corners,

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That deeper darkness,

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That rests, awaiting us all. 

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And when I got home from the hospital, 

Short body parts - a phantom 

Where my limb used to be,

Sutures, titanium, the 

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Unbelievable fragility of flesh - 

But afterwards

And because of how young I was, 

How naïve, 

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It took me years to process 

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That shockingly close-encounter

Before I could find the means 

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To grieve. 

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