we are all virgins of this moment
    (read this line again: it's different now)
                the second time is also a first time
                    each reading deflowers itself

here's a door that opens into memory:
but memory is always future-facing
    {and future is ****** territory
        wearing yesterday's clothes}

                    follow these words up
                up where the page bends
            into tomorrow's geometry
        while today remains unuttered

every letter you read
    dies into meaning
        and is reborn
            as something else
                (go back to the beginning:
                    you're new again)