poem: #008000 4:4

i'm having trouble
somehow
something became real to me
that
wasn't real before


and i'm not sure if it's something like a negative space

or
if it's something like a translation thing
but
suddenly i'm not sure if i am who i think i am to you

and
i'm not sure
that that even makes any sense

and
the voice says
hold up, there is no starting all this over again--  you are fine
everything is fine
move along, nothin to see here

and i'm sure it's right
but
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