there comes a time
where those slivershards of memory
are all that hold you together.
piercing skin and
bone and muscle to hold fast
so that you don't forget how to get home.
razored breadcrumbs and hints of scents that
bring a smile
despite the aching, the welling fear
that it's all smoke and mirrors and
a beautiful gilded frame with no picture.

06/17/2007

Author's Note: to be continued...

Posted on 06/17/2007
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