A Lost Art

How rare, how innate this journey manifests to be, the foreshadowing of a loners blessing. That intuitive thought to travel with when my third eye seems blemished. A mannequin of myself hidden in longevity, that has yet to spoil. I sometimes allow thoughts to slip away from this safe haven, thereby welcoming consequences, consequences only an amateur would allow. In this game of similar links, I’m quickly reminded of a presence bestowed upon me. Those allies illustrated for battle. Only a true soldier could retrace these portraits, heavy pages of uncertainty that we failed to erase. I’m grateful however, of the genuine flame it ignited. We defeated the irrelevant hazing, and found the blueprint for camaraderie. A groundwork for future war scars discovered in our spirit. Overtime we prayed, and received that undaunted scent. Still, perhaps in this physical scene, There lies too much symmetry for this parallel vision. Some fade away as a result, anticipating a reunion in higher dimensions. But as this masterpiece continues to illuminate, I praise God for this muse called friendship.