Labyrinth
P Patti Masterman
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We move through life
As it moves us;
A traveller, wary-
A loosened thread.
We go one way,
And then another;
There is no map,
There is no path.
We take our days,
The long good-byes,
Each day made new
With joy or blight.
It's memory that lifts us.
It's memory, that wounds us.
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