to the beginning of my life
my alter ego and I
as if we were starting over
with a new spirit of conspiracy
a deepened sense of recognition
(a rufous cherub in the corner
of the painting smiles – babies
as brilliant as Thomas Aquinas
scattered all over this canvas)
I go back to being a child
and turn and look back at myself
as I am today whatever day it is
and ask Are we there yet
is this what you had in mind
when you left me behind
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