the train rolls into town
that's how
I know the time
prayers for
Jackson
all night
in the rain
the days
when
his father
lived here
which one
how many
until now
roll of dice
howl of the
wind
positive or
negative silence
thought
Jackson
all night
in the rain
well after
it stops
another
phrase I won't use here
the train
headed north bound
can't wait
to get home
wherever
that may be
strange as
night
lasts
longer than usual
deeper
breaths
more
confusing swirling
like soap
down the drain
thoughts on
Jackson
all night
in the rain
never met
hope to soon
strong
Jackson
pull
through will to live
so young
life
and the
chessboard
becoming
one
what's the
next move
forward
until ultimate strength
attained
thoughts on Jackson
possibly
not for this world
not this
time prayers
meditations
and salutations
every day
deliver the strength
poor
Jackson pull through...
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