Do you recall being bathed in soft yellow
like butter and candlelight and sunrise
all distilled in one perfect moment?
Do you remember this sight filtered through
the lids of your squeezed shut eyes?
Because you were there and it was there.
Do you remember all that beauty,
right at the beginning of your story?
A story that would chase perfect light and colour
and then more perfect light and colour, always
seeking the lines and shadows that illuminated you
at the very start.
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