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Third State

Third State Out of nowhere I remembered dawn and it was almost like in childhood— the soul tore itself from the body, it sawright through it from above, unattached now for good to its evacuated comical form which can't even get off the ground. It sawthe body, but didn't know how clumsy it really was, wingless for eternity. I myself must have been off to the side because I sawthem both through the morning half-light, strangely clear, as if it wasn't winter, or fog, or buildings getting in the way. And I wasbetween them both like a third, an odd shoe, I'm not quite sure where, off to the side, but near, hidden now in a nook of the soul floating lightly through space, now in its corporal shell, looking up with sincere regret. Then in the air a mantel of snow was flapped threadbare, riddled with holes, and people's faces down below were also white. I rippled down, conjoined, and soaked into the city. 38 ...