the sparks where the remember happens.
i like those final ticks where they're bright
and i remember.
though the beams crumbled &
windows shattered,
my me is iron with the 2014 count
down.
i'm brimmed with those that
like my shine, even when it's
mottled in crazy.
& i'm chasing path that means
healing & right....even if that means
empty bank accounts.
& i have found my place. &
grown roots that that run
deep & won't be threatened by the
wind whispers or smoke.
here's to a shine & the ram & a new 3 hundred & sixty-5.
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