Yo! Nick hows the weather up there?
The poem starts out deep and sincere. I was thinking of an invicable friend like (God) being so seemingly unresponcive to us physical beings. We can not see, touch, or hear him (or) her.
perhaps it was a voice from above reaching you and near the end you vierd from the point remembering a childhood friend. maybe--maybe what you ate interfiered with the train of thought??? LOL
really nice read at any piont..
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