You don’t remember how it happened, or even when. Memory radiating like a presence in the corner of a dark room. Leaves falling from trees, from wind, from southern deserts, or the mountains where you were born before traveling into the cities to learn the meaning of knowledge. Your body unmade, dismantled in front of your lovers and put back again. New forms. New shadows. New light in the windows.

And you looking out onto the roofs and the birds swirling anew in the air.

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