Focus
Love, Papa.
For that fleeting moment when the ducks line up,
And you can actually see your desire possessed.
Like at the end of the deep exhale
When satisfaction is felt at that cellular level.
And the lights reveal what the shadow hides.
Clarity is rewarded from the toil exerted.
But the next goal peeks from the behind the curtain.
And the circle never quite ends...
It just comes into focus.
Love, Papa.
Please share Papa with
those you love.
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