Some talk in sounds and whispers.
Others still in beats and bangs.
But through it all in phases, shifting,
I love the way we play the game.
Life is not a moment, swollen. 
Stillness happening in fame or shame.
But in the moving, growing, loving.
We learn the life in truest frame.
My friends I know not in fleeting seconds.
But In a thousand knowing gazes.
To the one who hopes for friendship,
Finds them once, always craves.

 © 2016 Jason Lamar
2 March 2016

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