there once was a little boy
who could spit a dream a mile
over the ocean’s reaches, and so
he crusaded towards the foreign highroads
of grandeur, knowing he was just around
the farthest bend and youth
told him to go.
there was a little boy once
who lapped up life so quickly
all he could taste was an afterthought;
so he drank down desire
and chased it with freedom singing
all the way to horizons and back while corners
beckoned him to come.
once, there was a little boy
who could build an embrace so safe
he took a heart and put it on
just to see what passion would look like;
and she memorized his name
and drew in the sands of time his face
all for the sake of surrender and love
begged him to stay.
there once was a little boy
who worked his shoulders’ burdens
until they could bare no more;
and so he rested under the sunset
while knowing the sunrise was getting slower
and he laughed at memories and he
danced with contentment and life
wanted him to rest.
once, there lived a little boy
who slept under the heavens, smiling
and staining the night blue with his eyes
reconciling that his hands were perfectly worn;
and quietly, he mended patches
through his prayers and sewed his green faith,
reaped from the earth, back into place
and he slipped on the mossy teeth
of yesterday and death
whispered him to sleep.
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