Something was adrift in the news today,
An utter bleakness that would cause any vase in infinity to shatter.
Dismal offering for broken hope,
She already opened the box.
Misconceptions analyzed into fruition,
Where forgotten scheme breathes tragedy,
Guilt-driven fantasy, the only proposition
To a different divide.
Under different time,
Eras, generations,
A rift opened within the sky that day,
As if this poor soul’s heart had been accelerated, into expansion.
Consuming the universe and its neighbors.
A broken heart all the same,
Instead of stars in her eyes,
She sought the wormhole through her heart of time.
Substantiated blowbacks,
Subtle offerings,
Sweet, serene, kismet, kisses.
She too, gets tired of hints without regard for answers.
Limbless bloke,
With a stroke
Of the hand,
And she was back at it again, in her moody depths she cherished due to familiarity.
A lifetime alone,
Still lingering in the former,
Frontier of finality,
And even she kept the timeline open, just to understand.
As time kept sweeping, and the rift grew –
She was slowly being consumed from existence.
The tears fell from her eyes onto her thighs,
And even she realized she was creating the stars.
All on her lonesome,
With enraged seek,
Purposefully embedding the rays of traveling light,
Upon the others, she mutually deemed, broken and meek.
Burden of apathy,
Treason for reason,
She took her own campaign of many seasons endured,
To evoke perhaps, a shot at love.
Keep everything so nimble,
Quick with thimbles,
The long-time shrewish hag only came to understand
The wanting without demand, with clarity as chances prospered elsewhere.
Blinded by the light of the gaseous, raving stars,
While she was being whisked away into eternal infinity,
Searching on sojourn luck,
For the long lost…
…of every lifetime, thus far.
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