It is here
that I stand reaching...

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I haven't forgotten you...

There you stand, as you have for so long
an imposing structure, softened by song...

I'm
So-So...

And as I slip, sliding down this distant path
I still hear the voices, the tin pot radio...

Falling during dreaming
kick-starts the butterflies...

Band on table, glistening offers hope,
eyes cannot register any promise...

Carnivorous natural phenomenon
agitates my well being...

As more voices intruded
poked then prodded...

Jovial to a fault, yet a tinge always lingered
oozing so much love, pride perched in glinting...

Just sat on a rock, moss covered
not moving, be it eyes or tongue...

Life
miraculous, hopeful...