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"Just Before the Fall" (by Joe DiMino)
I have often tried
To recall
Upon awakening—
Rising from that
Other misty third of life—
Was there a moment
Of conscious waiting?
Did my wings
Come and go
At the thought?
I died once dreaming—
Victim of an assassin’s bullet—
And yet I awoke
Without the burial
And resurrection;
In a REM instant
Was a new body
Or an older one
With safer experience—
One does not count the clicks
In that middle world omnipotence…
Or even at the precipice
Just before the fall….