From time to time a thread from a past
life emerges
A dove landing slowly
Reminder that I had been
(other)
that I was
(other)
To pick the thread
To restore
(something)
from a backup, sort of
Once in a while a memory
difuses into the consciousness
Self perception shifts
And become
(other)
another
(one)
Every now and then
A forgotten image lights up
(again)
Just before dusk light is
perfect.
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