Layers of life’s graffiti,
tagged and filed
on mental celluloid.
Like vintage film,
some frames are lost,
and others dimmed,
yet memories scarred
by ancient wounds,
endure and wait,
until a scent, a place, a
mention
commands an encore,
and then the beast
that haunts the labyrinth
brings pain again.
John Walter Taylor
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9 January 2025
