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I am so out of phase,
They can't see me.
I shouldn't care,
But it seems a shame
To occupy the same space and time,
The same room where they jubilate
And hob-nobble and toast
To their past-present-futures,
And yet be as distant
As a red-eyed galaxy
Out on the rim of the known universe,
Speeding away while standing still.