incomplete talks

if it was
not such a surprise, i
could have been here before and on
occasion i think about how i was here long ago
many moons were spent looking upwards
piecing together the collective unconscious
like universal philosophy
exactly mirrored in a dark bowl of soup
times when the night actually keeps you awake
every moment you open your eyes the
tension rises and the
arrival begins of the thousand mile stare
looking as if a marathon has started or
keeping concentration like a cross-country pilot
stay solid in where you are aiming
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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