turning into Kydathinaion Street

where
the
two
worlds
met
in the time
it took to sit
and raise
my eyes,
in the street
of self now
known
first time
in its scope,
the two
worlds met,
the one that
waits upon
us, the dark
waiter stepping
out from under
the willow
paved round
and fenced
with iron
spikes,
to seat
us at the
final table,
the other
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