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First Line: IN THE UNREAL TIME OF A DREAM
Last Line: A DOG—MY PURSE—MY LIFE.
Subject(s): SELF;
In the unreal time of a dream
The X-ray of my identity
Stood clear;
And the familiar texture
Of thousands of small events
That had shaped these bones
Was a haze about them.
There I saw myself
A flash unmistakable—
A soul in the traffic of souls,
Looking blindly for a trifle that had escaped me,
A dog—my purse—my life.



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