Should I remember that it was your back

that led me into feeling collegial
in this academic "world" full of lack
and of itself, making loves vestigial?
The vestige of love, for you and for Art,
evokes an ocean of pity in me
and compassion for your twice-broken heart,
which was shaped to teach, to learn and be free!
I believe in the Trace, vestigial base
of all mindfulness, and so the traces
you've imprinted on me are full of grace,
straightening my path, as do dental braces:
It's ironic: your braces defined you –
Your trace is my brace; I will refine you.
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