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Lexical Resurrection
In sleepy synaptic catacombs theorems dream beneath calcified floors neurons stretch filaments of light paleontologists of lost certainty tracing the memory of what once coruscated alive each recovered syllable rises in luminosity trailing sediment from older visions when knowing shifted steering truth by extinguished stars their light arriving as memory does late and changed waves breaking against my palms sometimes a word returns with a quiver a neuron long faded suddenly firing unmasking me language has a pulse too memory susurrates in its syllables tissue pressed beneath the skin a word returns and with it a face already fading In dementia's neural ossuaries they slowly resurface refracted through time's fossilized strata what returns exceeds what departed yet what returns also slices us so softly with its incompleteness a small lance lodged behind ribs and bone each restoration births knowing part excavation part genesis claimed by no century reshaping me in return moth-wings brushing my cheek We become the archaeology of ourselves hands cupping reverberations charting the contours of our hearts hearing again in the filamented dark the pulse of neurons stretching filaments of light spelling the names we thought we'd lost
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