Re

preposition

• in the matter of (used typically as the first word in the heading of an official document or to introduce a reference in an official letter)
• about; concerning

Origin:

Latin, ablative of res 'thing'

 

noun Music

• the second note of a major scale.
• the note D in the fixed-do system.

Origin:

Middle English re, representing (as an arbitrary name for the note) the first syllable of resonare, taken from a Latin hymn

 

prefix

• once more; afresh; anew
• with return to a previous state
• (also red-) in return; mutually
• in opposition
• behind or after
• in a withdrawn state
• back and away; down
• with frequentative or intensive force
• with negative force

Origin:

from Latin re-, red-'again, back'

 

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http://oxforddictionaries.com/us/definition/american_english/re--

 

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...realize, remember, re-experience, review, revise, require, receive, rescind, replay, reveal...

 

Recently, I'm remembering.  Recall, as replay, realigns reality in such a way that I receive requests from a long, long time ago when the residual effects of revealing required my story resealed...retracted...removed. 

 

Recite the re--s, and relax.  Restriction and restraints help me to organize their return.  Like the scale Do Re Me, for my second note I must Do Re-garding Me.  I'm trying to respect the progression.  I'm relying on forward motion.

 

Reaching out has always been reviling. Realizing I open without any real sense that I'll be able to call closed, reaches a space where reinforced relics are stored.  The resource residing there was purposeful.  It still is, in some ways, but I recognize now is not the same as then. I am really here. The harder realization is that I was really there. 

 

So, I read. I read files I pull from someone else's life and though the cabinet is named them I recognize myself in the details.  I remember details retained and retold through me without requesting them. I fall in to redefining occurrences with words and images and sights and smells and realize they are real.  They have names, as I do, though I've never wanted to be called by name.  "Hey, you" was more than enough.  There's safety in the passing reference indicating something without naming the what-thing. 

 

Resolute removal from reality required practice and I did practice and I do practice and I realize, though I've grown, I've circled the watering hole for years.  I've peeked in and what's been revealed is the "Hey, there's a lot of stuff in there"-- that's been the type of recognition--and I've retreated, fearing the reflection that can only come from seeing. 

 

Recent rest produces more resections, more reruns, more residue. I'm begged to sleep by exhaustion and forced awake by insomnia.  The pushing tension pulses and it, too, reminds. 

 

So I'll reveal my desire to realign and restore and regain a self I've known as incomplete--as a prefix.  I'm hopeful I can retrain, retaining some and reinventing the rest.

 

I'm requesting "Hey, you" and "Hey, there's a lot of stuff in there" retires.

 

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