when every day trumps

9 Aug

the night before it

and every night starts

earlier and no sooner

ends later

than last nights galorious

summer night misted at dewy dawn

by only the miraculous 

majestic

michchievious

supercilious

certanty that I am so full of something

that exudes a presence or energy

that is fueled by the enthusiasm that

laughs between friends

old and new and super new and age old friends

feed me.

I have felt so alive recently like im proud

to be me whoever i am

walking as me, whereever i am

side by side with a best friend

into any number of out of this astro

logical world environments we arrive

because in the end the strangers are sad to see us leave

and invite us back again.

It feels incredible, this active engagement. 

this laugh of a life or life of a laugh of mine.

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