ONE STEP PAST

There was a lifting

of dreams, a rising of hope

an overreach of

memories.

 

he was a velvet hitchhiker

searching for

relief.

 

secret angels touch the soul

of his shoulder

guiding him away

from creative misfortune

 

he stands to the right of his

shadow.

as he witnesses

the good within uncertain

eyes.

 

a rhythm of power covers

his wounds from

towns without names and

unfamiliar voices

 

 

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