Dispersion

And only when I unclothe every memory –
then I recall.
When was it –
when I have been a man.
A half was taken from me
when Logos was radiated.
A half was taken from me
when nebulas were precipitated
and another half –
when there was a condensation of small islands.
A half was taken from me
when every single star insulated itself with its entourage.
And it was followed by many other separations
to get a human body at the end.
So many halves were taken from me,
and today I am a whole
only if I abandon them.

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