Locked in…
Looking out…
Abandoned by love…
And well-intentioned liberals…
In hidden rooms created by people other than me…
Crucified by public opinion…
And political will…
We are hidden…
For all to see…
Time is not a line but a dimension, wrote Margaret Atwood. Memories. Memories and time fold back on each other. Themes. Places. People....
Part 1 You were good once... An example... But times change... And the clock ticks... And you either die the hero... Or live long...
The sun rises in the West And sets in the East He rides into the sunset And it all comes out Across a continent Armour off. The voices of...
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