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Business Meet Blues

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On the sidelines of a business meet
Or the time spent
Waiting for the guest of honor
To honor
There are moments of extreme clarity
Wherein  I can see far into myself
And I can also see the journey
that brought me here.

Across the trail
Through all the climbs
And the dips;
Through hunger and sleep
And absence of sleep
My longing for you has been
The only consistent constant.
 
The only cross I have carried
Through all times
Always.

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