What has begun atom by atom, the interiority first constructing itself by ones, a gathering of intent or simply persistence, the shapes refined and eventually ejected, this takes shape like a dawn in gray, the vefifiable aspects of a life coming together inside the arc of a shell, the integuments and masses on centrality, the mollusk body of love coalescing like birth in each day renewed, your various features and possibilities placed into their familiar spots, the light shining now upon whatever disappeared into dreams the nocturnal disbanding of everything, particles and selvage scattered on the floor, now returned to us, only a slight recall of the disintegration, the terror.