Layers of life’s graffiti,
a palimpsest of simulations,
where memories are tagged
and stored on mental celluloid.
Like vintage film,
some frames become effaced
while others dim to silhouette,
all detail lost,
and those that have been 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
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