in the world before the world (that was the time before you moved to town) unborn-ness walked as shadows, and physicality was something else . mountains remained in dusk, distance. the suggestion of fire was dark. the temples of the mind had fallen to ruin, there was a chance encounter. (because all-of-everything is a chance encounter) I had just stopped-by on my imaginary route. when, in this world , happened material illusion, a song I stopped to listen to fell from your hands. your presence caused me dissolution. I wasn’t barely awake. Feeling foolish when to stutter. as if my heart was suspended by a suicidal bridge. unborn-ness walked as shadows, and physicality was something else.