making the complete dream

I drink my morning like a thirsty animal

and I cross the town on foot like I have a habit of doing

knowing I will see the very few people who may recognize me and my stroll of fate

listening to the actions of a place I know so well

heartbeat real and the same old deep gorgeous life you have gotten into

while a lost soul like me rediscovered this collection of memory

better than I have felt in many moons and just getting better

but the master level has been reached and it does occasionally ache

to know how close you are and how crazy all of these recent years have been

and you are still around

and you have been found

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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