some boys

for the last little while
the days pass quick
i churn out thoughts
like a potter’s wheel;
constant change
but the best stay
and i let it take hold
standing on ropes
while taking in every moment
is the only way to go
i found my equilibrium
when traced you would not know it
and for that i am proud
yes, i miss a hand in mine
but sketches must meet drafts
i will work on my own
even when your face shows

and until then…i am content

and some boys are filling the hole

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