it was a mundane happening, today, but what happened was anything but. there were several years matured in merely one day, and clarity came on i-80 and on a street of water.
i. when you, a soul (old) friend, were silent in a space where there was beckoning for noise: i knew. it was something. (there was no quietesse flowing through the slender walls; no; the great conductor two-by-fours and drywall seem to be). but today it was not the noise but mine eyes which were opened to what i had not wanted to see... everything i had not wanted...
ii. when a breath of fresh air came in sincerity and )immaturity( sobriety: afterwards, i knew. i could bear it all and, finding we had nothing in common, reflect on the artificial turf we both shared of a common neighborhood and dream. we are so far apart, yet, respectfully, we are One.
iii. (and no, there was no beforemention of this), but i Am So Thankful For You (the us that is you and the me that is us and the seamless movement into one Another that is everything forward from this moment, with or without gems refracting deep light).
all of these culminated into a spoken sentence, which, looking back, was the nadir yet the poignant profanity of it all. lord, i believe there is a purpose.
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