REGION OF MEMORY  

The face of the conquering world. We 
watch it move counterpoise to our 
deepest desire, to our bold and 
heat-seeking aspirations. 

Contours alternate between rippling 
lines and depressions that disappear 
into a voiceless womb we can not call 
our own. A figure runs in the middle 
of dense perception. He resists the 
hand that reaches out to grab him. 
A woman's voice mocks his apparent 
heroism. Invisible arguments of a 
vicious kind gives the mind a new gesture 
to comprehend that aspect of the argument 
    not yet understood. 
	
It is where the line meets and how it flies 
perpendicular into the sense of self, 
on behalf of the active world. 
And so, erasing lines that move us the most. 

Knowledge comes to identify a host of objects 
and objects cross paths to spark the first strains 
of music; rising and dying it tempts us forward, 
forward against the face of the wrathful world. 

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