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The Staircase

Fort Garry 9th floor stairwell

Even here, where carpenters took account of each step, the stairs stretch up and away at impossible angles. I am awake, yes? Yes.

The whole thing's untenable, and yet I will take the first step while chatting on the phone and wondering if I can beat the elevator to the next floor. I don't think about what the staircase is doing.

Its confusion hangs together, holding itself against the weight of my gaze, a wobbly puzzle of disparate intersections that surely cannot hold my body, but here I am, up the staircase, bound for another floor, and nothing's collapsed.

Reality knits itself around corners moments before we arrive.

I am dreaming.
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