The More of Undoing

In the process of undoing,
how unexpectedly I find
how you are here with me,
once again in the room
where I am filled
with nostalgia,
as I pull my arms
from the sleeves
of my blouse,
my long legs
from my trousers,
and step out into light
that streams in at a window,
where I want to be seen,
but by you and more clearly,
in the more and more, in the more of undoing.

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