I don’t trust my own senses anymore
Not my ears, not my eyes
Not my where I am in space
I think that’s you
I think that’s your voice
Your gait
Your footsteps
But I can no longer trust what I see
Or hear
Or smell
Or feel.
Will I believe you when you tell me?
or, the juxtaposition of previously unrelated trajectories
Where unknown playwrights become known.
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