Decay can never let loose the binds that hold Memories.
Around and amongst us, containing...
It releases
It loves
It hates
It depresses
It dies
It forgives
It forgets
It always remembers
It continues on and on, to tomorrow
to the Future,
Never seeing the prospects itself
in a crossroads of humanity
Ending, when time ends.
Beginning when love embarks.
*This poem will be published in the America at the Millennium,
due out in Spring 2000 by 
