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The roof fell in

medias res.

We fled

into the trees.

But that part of

roof that was ceiling

that was glass,

we carry with us

here, he said,

touching his head

to his heart.

The roof fell in

in place and we

fled here

and here,

carrying our heads

in our hands,

holding our hands

to the light,

to that part of light

that was glass

and fell in

absentia.