a poem by Anya Light
I remember the body-less time.
The time before arms and legs.
It was a time before wonder—
because everything was wonder.
Everything was peace.
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I remember the body-less time.
Carved into bone,
this memory.
Any end of the cosmos was mine
in a wink or a blink.
…Maybe this
at least partially explains
my sorrow
at needing a car
or filling a wallet with dollars
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