Through the morning's
open window
I heard a woman
laughing
and I realized
that I
am numb
or rather, bestilled
because what I believe,
those most intrinsic things,
have changed
shifted, solidified
and I stumble alone
in coming to comprehend
that the reality
that each of us clings to
is but a story
that none of us
admits to disbelieving
like
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