what is this other side
you speak of?
it's been here all along and
is just as much me as the
other. don't call the
zebra by one of its stripes,
the woods for one of its bushes, the kingdom
for an insect. it makes
you a shortsighted fool
-- or rather,
nearsighted --
and you don't need glasses,
just a little more time.
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