seeing into glory

seen some things that shouldn’t be seen, tasted some questionable puddles.

reminders are hovering above what is green, those pains in life, and them cuddles.

spoke some nonsense at the moon, savored some old sandwich dreams.

chased me a rabbit, caught me a coon, ran where a scareder dog squeams.

now a nap, later a stretch, still some honor to do.

a soul can not sleep w’thout it’s one final fetch, till a collarless life wrestles through.

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