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An erroneous flashback
builds the first step
of what becomes
the centerpiece of the entrance hall
in your house’s home. Your base perception,
a holy ring inviolate.
Some days, you wake wondering
why you feel constricted,
but the busy takes the day
and soon you can’t recall.
This, too, becomes a tier
under which you’ve buried something
you know,
but don’t know what.
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