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Locked But Not Lost
© 2004, Roy Stucky

Today is the loom
The past is the cloth.
The joy and the gloom
Are locked but not lost.

In the mirror set before my face
My peering at the future shows my past.
What lies ahead I only trace
With lines from all those things that did not last.

What precisely do you mean?

I don't precisely know.

How then can you speak at all?

I'm marking as I go.

Trip trigger points floating free in my head
Pivot the doors into rooms on a thread.
Follow the passage you think you know well
Back to the key that once opened the cell.

Today is the loom
The past is the cloth.
The joy and the gloom
Are locked but not lost.