There is neither east nor west yet
the compass still points.
Taxonomy
cannot be and cannot be
done without, for I define myself
beneath the weight
of this mountain of memory,
but hold my heart open to the sun
and I will burn no less
than the moon breathes between
these spaces of you and me.
September 12, 2008
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Good stuff. Thank you for sharing!
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