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I thought I was growing wings—
it was a cocoon.

I thought, now is the time to step
into the fire—
it was deep water.

Eschatology is a word I learned
as a child: the study of Last Things;

facing my mirror—no longer young,
   the news—always of death,
   the dogs—rising from sleep and clamoring
      and howling, howling,

nevertheless
I see for a moment
that's not it: it is
the First Things.

Word after word
floats through the glass.
Towards me.


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Added: 19 Aug 2002 | Last Read: 9 Oct 2026 4:35 PM | Viewed: 8091 times

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