The nows and the in-betweens…..

everyone of them had something I needed at that time and that place-men(t)
I was left and right in…
lots of moments to pass and evolve during the distress of it all
long way from home if home is where I call those feelings of less thans
and heretics of imagery
they all had a strength and a special place to hold me to them
on the wall of the men I’ve left behind…
and the men that created the me in between
the distances and the fault lines escaped
some place between
me and the now and the somewhere in between…..

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