traipsed down my circulatory system
dusting here, febrezing there
and making me staid again.
i am strong.
i remember everything exactly -
how we hurtled and spun and laughed!
and also the feel of the burning sword
as we jumped into e-den.
the humble drosophila's gift wrapped in
unspeakable loss.
happy networks in prague
where re-runs are archived
show me winter and feel me cold.
the idea beckons incessantly: we are become us.
dark bits are playthings for splits -
shadows exploring the ancient expanse
it all began soon
when were you, memory, and what exactly?
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