A peculiar rush of bewilderment; countless imitators
could never duplicate the feeling; duplicating the obvious
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It is the chest in duress that makes the ordinary day, into an unexpected
gossip session in the brain. I sit in an overflowing café, business as usual;
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Idiosyncratic personalities can mingle till the edge of dawn.
Will power and carried conversations shift the tides of time;
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Locked up beyond capacity, and free to roam wherever and whenever.
Understanding, complete with an open heart, and closed shut beyond all compassion, nor a shred of remorse.
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Incognito the word fade into depths of field, regardless of trusty telephoto lenses.
Among familiar and newbie faces, walking amongst divine atmosphere that can change
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Busy Hands
A peculiar rush of bewilderment; countless imitators
could never duplicate the feeling; duplicating the obvious
is a strenuous chore, the pretenders will have their hands full
of do overs. Grizzled, repetitious hands that could never rest;
chapped by experience, breaks of the skin represent victorious
persistence. Remains of the time, the mileage to that seemingly
unreachable destination; the destination was here all along.
Incomplete conclusions are necessary evils, the hands that
sign the papers of a supposed settlement. The hands that
can carry their own, the hands that can ward off unruly
adversaries. The underdog is alive and well.