Impasse

IMPASSE

This impasse looms

blooms into misconceptions

reflections strange

derange its face

displace the joy

boy she thought she might have felt.

 

This deadlock wails

pales as the morning glory’s

story concludes

exudes defeat

sweet at each dawn

yawns the sleep that folds its head.

 

This sign-off spoils

coils serpentine fingers through

blue-gray shadows

gallows where hang

pangs whose last twitch

stitch the shroud of unsought end.

 

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