your shadows smile

a person of god
to see the sky open up
secret intelligence
white vans
inner genius
fueled on budweiser
to see someone you know
go all in 
feel that
never get the best of me
remember watching
rocky
balboa
in my teens
wind & raindrops
relationships with
those spread like butter
who cares got mine
reading up on the occult
big words for the 
suns falling lower
 theories and the priests tasks
sleeping on the floor 
seeing other people and other places
rising action
falling action
those southern skylines
in virginia
cold beer
when my dad learned
technology better than me
musicians compositions
influences and worship 
seeing those ships in the sky
from home

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