Sora

My memory of that night
Is fluid
The way memory is
Events flexing,
adapting, absorbing
the liquid context
of meaning.
Stories layered upon each other
alternate versions
of truth within
each textured discovery.
What doesn’t change
is the title;
the meta knowing
that however flawed,
however mutable
this is our origin.
Cherished in each
edit, rewrite, and translation.