Past expiration

blinded windows

shuttered darkened,

cluttered space

metaphors a lifetime

of holdings past expiration

 

a thirsty tangerine

parched, arid throated

rested on a dusty shelf

waiting for spring dew

never being realized

 

even deserts are deserving of tears

 

underwhelming this concern

overwhelms intended words

a great one for proselytizing

the follow through leaves

something to be desired

 

difficult to stay on point

focused in direction

where brevities breathe

thoughts hyperventilate

a life searching for purpose

 

some starry nights bring cleansing rain

 

scattered and tattered

not bittered, but battered

embattled souls sojourn life

truthfully never thought

to come so far

 

not sure how to do this

is it faith and hope

to  defy logic with madness?

lost instructions long ago

while the farside grew closer

 

It’s not a closure; rather a continuation in  narrative without end

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