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April 1, 1996


I feel sometimes that I could fall off the edge of the earth

and not a soul would note my leaving

nor mark the thud when I landed


but I've landed already and all that remains

is a shadow-Pete

a mere echo of the man I used to be

and no-one notices or cares

not even God, who seems to have forgotten


but no

that is far less likely than my forgetting Him


I look up and see them all there

living their lives for all they are worth

while I lie here alone and ignored


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