Again, After Delaney

I never met a paradox
again before and first
are always a drag.
I met a chronicle a while

back, in human form, diminished

by too many words
to be a paradigm.
I dream again then of becoming

what I once was, multiplexed
and profane as shoes or ice.
I presently exist to intuit. Oh!

Make me able to end where

I started  and write  it down again

in this unreading world.

Perception may be.

Supposition has promise. 
Precognition is rumored
to be a myth.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Empire Star by Samuel R. Delaney rocks! - slc

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