Jen Juice

Waking up with coffee festering in a glass I once called today
as it ignites its stimulating embrace.
Sitting here immaculate to the renaissance(d) face(s)
Closing the dotted lines on how to remain still
(and sane)
In a moment of un-stillness
Found the skateboard jumping off the wall
Right as I heard you say it should fall –

We live in a moment crossing our legs like the tides change
Filtering through the waterfalls and the pangs
We all find in change
The one thing that will always remain true within itself
So beautiful and so cradled
In this moment I call..my place.

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