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Now at 180 degrees
I can stand separate from everything
And feel time in its dusky sleek way
Winging through deepest night its starry
way
And there are two worlds, the one I pass
with
And the one I pass at the edge of,
light years away
There is a deep and comforting resonance
between the two spheres which
may account, on the brink of sleep,
for this quick glimpsed recognition
of the ever dissolving onward thrust of
that