Try to hold onto this
Not this postcard of quiet moments
Nor these ever-feeding hungers
But the track that flows purposeful effortless
From a beginning headached and hamstrung
To a conclusion glorious and gut-grinning
Find that object to perfect
Pin it down with work
Lift it up with time
Be unforgetful as the stream
And doubtless as the falling sky
You can't chase away the weather
But you can dance barefoot in the rain
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