Manifest

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Manifest

(a poem about doors and the possibility of what lies beyond)

I saw it happen,
or I didn’t.
Behold an open door,
and we are immediately seduced by the possibility of what lies beyond.
Liberation or the disappointment of a mirror world,
roads not taken, people not born,
the flirtation that leads to adultery.
———
Not long after his death.
I saw my father in an empty train carriage. Manifest.
A flick of the peripheral vision.
I saw it happen,
or I didn’t.
The door closed and history remained the same.
This can’t be laid at the page of the writers imagination.
It happens to many.
Was he an intermediate state of being?
How many are tricks of the light?
How many are connected?
How many are in the state they purport to be?
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