final goddesses

find the lost connection and
imagine a rand new game
near to the things remembered gladly
after the passing of time created
lessons to be valued and learned
golden notes drifted across the air
only it was your voice and not a song
diving deep into my brain maze
defined by the newly formed logic web
endurance is not something i avoid
statues all look up from their spaces
sort of glowering in their desire to thaw
each one a dinosaur of regretfull modern thinking
sounding like an echo as we whip by
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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