when I stand on an eastern shore
I see the rising sunbeams
strike the sea in a straight line to me
also in a straight line to you
proving we are the same person
in the same place at the same time
the real — what is outside me —
exists each in an actual place
while what is inside me does not
settle even after long trying
any sense of you being you & me
being me is make believe
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