Are these real moments real? Friends.

Are these moments real?

Or, are my fleeting thoughts

The bowl to eat from?


I am alone, yet

Memories accompany me,

Then, they abandon me for higher ground?


Many days I wait for truth

Then truth comes, full fledged

I am unarmed. Tacit.


Help me Lord,

My knees are weak,

Weak from wrestling with faith’s strong arm.


Where are the friends I knew?

The friends who knew me no matter what?

The friends who knew the conjunction between me AND me?

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