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Is my experience today in this realm of being?

Everything is in the other place.

An intersection in the ceiling pattern,

The fine holes of a grating,

In their beauty,

Take me to the other place.

I explain it as a clear overlay

On here,

Not distant or apart.

I quietly laughed in the dentist chair

While drilling work commenced.

Now I know,

I’m always in the other place.

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