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December 3, 2024
By Dillon Hamann
| Musings of a Space Cowboy |
High up in the clouds, I seen some birds; they flew circles that spelled out a memory
just like in the falling leaves the other day. Will the way I dance be so lovely?
Another image, another mistake. I remember so much but never enough.
Lost in the streaks of cars driving past, life coming and going as I puff and puff.
The wind blows cold over the shore, unaware of the sky as it changes to orange,
purple, and black. This city feels ancestral- its history so deep but never foreign.
"Oh, don't you just love the city lights?" My brother says hes "too tired..."
"Don't worry; if you want, once we get there we can find you sumn to get wired."
This cosmic dance of things is my God- discovering my place in it is my prayer.
I follow, as closely as I can, the maps I've been given. Once you're lost, you're there.
City lights disappear into fog, now flashing lights beam through cigarette smoke,
Our steps now fall into song, singing of love, regret, and dope, and our souls spoke.
Our collective stupor turned trance, we make a deal with the devil for pleasure.
I'm trying hard to forgive and forget, but I'll always memorize and treasure.
This would be considered a museum if the walls could speak in this Cathedral.
Will you see the dreams we weave together, or will you sleepwalk through it all?
| Musings of a Space Cowboy # 5 |
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