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You and your phantom universe
Peopled only with memories!
It’s long past time that you returned

To crumbling Telenapota.
Jamini may still be waiting,
Ghost that she is, old man you are.

Time to pull yourself together,
Pull all the pieces of your world
Into a Heraclitan heap

And begin the aggregation
Of the news you need to find home.
It’s a mosaic, memory.

You don’t read it to source the stones,
But to find the story in it.
Only then, you step through the stones.