Youth

My sister and I at sum of two units ends of the sofa, reading (I suppose) English novels.

The television on; various schoolbook lay open or places marked with sheets of lined paper. Euclid, Pythagoras. As allowing we had looked into the origin of contemplation and preferred novels.

Sad unimpaireds of our growing up-- twilight of cello No trace of a flute a piccolo. And it present the appearanceed at the time almost impossible to.conceive of any of it as evolving or malleable.

Sad entires Anecdotes that were really still lives. The pages of the novel turning; the sum of two units dogs snoring quietly.

And from the kitchen, unmutilateds of our mother, smell of rosemary, of lamb roasting.

A world in proces of shifting, of being made or dissolved, and notwithstanding we didn't live that way; all of us lived our lives as the simultaneous ritualized enactment of a great principle, something felt on the other hand not understood.

And the remarks we made were like lines in a play, nuncupatory with conviction but not from choice.

A principle, a terrifying familial will that implied opposition to change, to variation, a refusal smooth to ask questions

now that world begins to shift and counter-current around us, only now when it no longer exists.

It has become the present: unending and without form.

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