A BRIEF ILLMINATION
A memory, a brief impression like a stamp on my infant brain of curtains floating on a breeze. fingers of sunlight move across the rug of red and gold, leaving an empty space behind them. I sit alone there, against a blank wall of a blank room, my body consumed by blankness, seeing only red and gold in a vast plain across the horizon of my eyes. it fills my mind with a throbbing energy, those golden fingers, the pulse of the earth. a loss, so complete in its self, a loss that can only be felt by a child as the fingers retreat out the window to mingle among the sun lit flakes of summer. I am left alone among the blankness, as the red and gold fade in to an empty grey.
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