making discoveries

morbid curiosity rebounds
across the many pages written and read
keeping on the blank expression that
is not where your mind currently is
numbers can tell a story like words do
get the right homework done before the soul
does even begin the class
it really, of course
shouldn’t be that people can so
closely hold on to thier first ignorance
often people bond while being raised up
vetting out the opposing opinions revealed
enduring a last ditch effort at connecting
red showing up on every pine tree
it is that time of year
everyone learns something new
shadows of yester-year

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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