Blue dawn downtown,
Gold afternoon
At Sand Island,
Out in the wash
Where one long night
Passed shivering
In self pity
And self loathing
Four years ago.
Here you are now,
You and not that
You you were then.
Experience
Is your best guess
At what your flesh
Is going through.
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