REGION OF MEMORY  

Rings of the committed are chained together 
marking a spot where an edifice will rise. 

It is a fearsome thing we can count on. 

It is interchange and density of mind;
the exact contours of the living world. 
Beautiful women sing in rows of ten. 
Strangers emerge to talk useful things.
The words and gestures of our friend
 will be met with good laughter. 

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