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Suddenly

Suddenly, I have no more past.
The hand reaching for more than it can grasp,
and suddenly touch.
Suddenly, I have all I need
to forbid everything I want.
Suddenly, the world is straight,
not slant.
If I wait longer, I will arrive somewhere else.
I long to stay, so suddenly I will rest.

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