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Apophany

by Kevin Broccoli

I see the distance
Between what it means
And what I’d like it to mean

An extra shadow
Behind a word

Two syllables
Instead of one

How I say it
And how you receive it

You beg me to leave myself
On the edge
And not look over

Nothing there you say
Nothing but a fall

I beg you to listen closely
I speak again
I try to make the words
Arrange themselves
Out of order


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