The Manner Memories Fracture

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205/ the manner memory lapses over itself— you suddenly recall your first awareness of the moon— its endless falling—

206/ —viewing memory as an unmade bed— under layers of fresh sheets lies the hidden self, a map to a lost ancient city—

207/ —in the manner memories fracture, a shattering of a mirror— fragments of a whole idea— pomegranates split open—

208/ —or how memories, ripped apart, expose clusters of seeds, hundreds of bittersweet seeds; your fingers stained with the sticky, ripe pulp— •