This is
my worst fear, come to think of it.

There are multiples, you know

Those I’m about to face
As I submit myself to the cold scrutinization
Of a pulsing, merciless scanner

And then there are multiples
That we choose

I can live in the dark.
But I can’t write in the dark.
And living without writing isn’t really living.

Funny, that.

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