disembodied

the dream within the dream

the day within the day

each place contained a room within a room

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some rooms were filled with things presumed to be forgotten

scents, colours and sounds floated free like random debris, scattered upon the black waters of the collective unconscious

one room led to another and so on, forming a labyrinth of hours that clung to the surfaces like sunlight

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like a day held in place by the equilibrium of a memory, this room never faltered

no matter how much time passed, the present moment was always fixed

the space contained within the nanosecond called “now” was forever buoyant, forever clear

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holding on to each other tightly, we fell together through that space, parting the instant before us like aether; we passed through the hours effortlessly, like a neutron star, unimpeded by all the fabric of matter

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the pages of inner calendar abandoned all rules of chronology

within the scope of my memories, linear time had become diluted and transparent, like the very light I saw filling the space before me

this light went everywhere, its fingers spread into every nuance of the self, every corner of the room, leaving not one crack untouched by some shade of its clarity

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the silence and the light worked together, holding the things about me in perfect symmetry

they carried the chair and flowerpot into the following day

they escorted the table and the door and the many books into the weeks that were to come

without the slightest detection of effort, they reached down inside of me and illuminated hours from long ago