You were alive, but dreaming.
I saw you, another you, floating
Above and to the right, and reaching,
And I heard a voice like yours, but different
And I was frightened because two worlds were
Converging in a single, inexplicable moment.
I told the Devil, the old deceiver that
I was not afraid, that I was tired,
And I laughed at him, at you.
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