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SAY GOODDAY

 

Could I separate

Present life from history

From how memory reflects actuality

Recalling people

A special person

How she saw life, herself and me

Moments frozen in the grey matter

Visions leading to dreams

Wondering how they will play out

Over the span granted

         An overriding purpose?

         Do we exalt ourselves so?

         Beyond genetic progression?

         What is the spirit and

         Does it ever give up?

         Change to a material being

         Exhausted by eternity?

Go for a long hike

Climb a boulder or a hundred

Capture the free wind in your lungs

See how holding anything too long

Changes its nature

Turns it to morphed form

With altered purposes

Whether held selfishly or not

Molecules line up different

         Exhale that captive

         Let her go

         Let go of the hand

         Let go of the face

         Let go of the voice

         Say good day to beauty  

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