leather bound

I made myself into
a temple of bones
then said “where was I at?”
each place I remember
was not the place I get to
when I remember it last
and what happened before I got
there in the decision making
process, like a shot so foul yet still taken
like this one
because going there again will make
us grow to trees
who see the past like roots
and the sky like where they WILL BE

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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