is it a new country
in another world of reality
Than Day's?
Or did I live there
Before Day was?
I awoke
To an ordinary morning with grey light
The seasons have changed
And the light
And the weather
And the hour
But this is the same land.
And I begin to know the map
And to get my bearings.
Once or twice, or several times, by men whom one cannot hope…
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