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I was Jesus for a moment
but couldn't sleep
so I killed the thing I loved
it was more potent
than any childhood dream
I awoke believing I was an alien
or at least there were aliens in my head
screaming the blinds open
I caught a cat's glance in the mirror
it felt like time had slipped away
and there was no other
no atom mother
I wonder how my good friend is
behind this mirror
my mind is hinged on the door of existence
you can not re-enter and take back the moment
it is a flake you brush off a black sleeve
we live again a thousand times
and whenever we are Jesus
we are free of all other past experience
but what doubts doubts all