Growing

Growing, I bring the world I know.
Living.
I have now, again and again, Lived.
Now has charged tastes of sight, sound, smell, and the beads marching and whispering through my fingers.
Past, distorted reflections.
Future, dust blown ahead by fragments of mind.
Dreams of leaving and leaving melts it all.
Until.
Growing even more,
I bring the world I know.

Be well,

Bryan

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