Contributor: Julius Torin
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A baseball comes in from the left
that’s how it ends
that’s how I go from vertical
to horizontal.
In the ever after
featureless ceiling
electric hiss and beep and rise and fall and
the rare hand
rising
in the endless white alone.
I am here
they are out there.
They are living.
I am lying.
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