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  • When we were young the world was upside down
    In the time since then, we've grown up to other perspectives, different directions

    What remains (from then) is the picture playing backwards
    The turning of a thousands pages
    The last images of an unattainable past, a mysterious fog of tangled memories

    We are bodies
    We are electrons
    We are chemicals
    We are flesh (and blood)
    We are hair
    We are water

    We are nothing but a memory or
    We are a memory of what our body retains
    We are what moves us

    When we were young we were right side up
    And now we're upside down
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