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Travels Through The Labyrinth of Years
muted thoughts
in aspic territory
green lights
buzzing through my head
there is no other form
than this
travelling in time
as the fingers
of the labyrinthine mind
suck at the memories
which are housed
within
I travel
you travel
they travel
shouldering the issues
of childhood pathways
until old wounds
are erased
and we can breathe
in tune
at last
at long last
and we are whole again
31 July 2007
poem
by
Penny Hemans
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