Sometimes prayers aren’t answered, as alone,
we go our way.
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Exercising images,
Just like when they werechildren, playing in the yardat Grandma’s house.
Rhythms galloping down inner highways,
turning towards events of later day music.Stepping sideways, trying to get by, just evenlyparticipating in line dances of stress and leisure.Moving bodies into particles of destiny, letting themtrill into every song of behavior.
Cat-like memories sneak quietly upon me,
into my heart for eternity.An everlasting repertoire of beautifuldesigns and images from younger days asa child.
Singular purposes falling on deaf ears,
attempting to fill in empty spaces withno particular luck in doing so.
Awakening from a dream situated in a space far from anyone.
Having a great time being with my gifts, using them exponentially from within.Deriving enjoyment and pleasure as I go inside myself, contemplating life on edges of sunsets, everlastingly taking me further from the life I know.