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This poem is taken from PN Review 234, Volume 43 Number 4, March - April 2017.

Two Poems Jack Hanson
Mere Semblance

Something within me, friend,
is not my own.

The angle of the ridge
is hard as steel

and cuts the sky in two.
I was once like

that ridge and before then,
pre-severed sky:

shapeless in form, filled out
with white purple.

And then I was graceful
and it was good

to see you. And as if
I had never

been, there’s now another
who dwells within

and whom one sees like glass,
there and not there,

a semblance of space
dividing things up.
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