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Mar 2011
Suddenly, tonight,
I detached;
limb by limb.

Suddenly, the constant
(misguided) revelation
was louder—the loudest.

Suddenly, the argument
for release was
so pungently imperfect
and so dejected
and dire that I understood.

And suddenly, it was
all over, and I did not
understand a thing, again,
how could anything be wrong.
Chad Katz
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