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Morning Reflections

Is it the light
That is flickering
Or is it
My perception of the light
Is it me
Who is moving
Or is it
My perception of movement
Is this my shadow
Or someone else’s
Where does the light come from
And the movement
And the shadow
Now the flickering has stopped
Instead, a solid beam of light
Where am I
In the absence of movement
In the absence of shadow
In the absence of light

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