Prelude

Time before mind.

Recall the sensation of it,

Palpable and with indelible taste, so as to miss it

Now, in the future of that time, when it is a memory.

When you became golden, little Red one,

Although you stood lonesome you stood beaming

Remember how you didn't need but a spark to be warm. 

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