Nothing is decided
before the gaze
lingers there

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At the same time
here
and almost there

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The instant floats
without edge
or center

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The cat is dead
or not —
who knows

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The trajectory
already knows
its end

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The world
no longer waits
for the gaze

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The world is here,
it is no longer probable:
it is.