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W D Dec 2011
Labyrinth of years
minutes wrapped tight in a spool
he harvested

conjured up the proof pumping
gasps of memory

in the scatterings
of recognition in loves station,
having braved a culture
that censors your union.  

You  retraced those circles
pirouetting beside his given
amnesia to a garden of memory

— The End —