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IT IS A DREAM within which an entire lifetime transpires. A silent embrace, a spark, a cluster of stars, and from a dark room of liquidity where new sensations abound, a portal releases Me in separateness into the world. What is this excruciating acuteness, these uncontrolled percolations of the senses? Clarity replaces acuteness, portals dissipate, my senses remove to a distance beyond grasp, and what is forgotten is remembered, the stars, spark—and silent embrace.