connecting dots
where do you go from here
now that loved ones have moved on
their light recalibrating far from center
revolving in intellectual circles
you no longer dare dream
creativity rests in dormant state
summoned on infrequent occasions
from crevices of an aging mind
matters of the heart remain intact
driving thoughts deeply inward
brightly colored like a rainbow
free-floating and nearly touchable
piquing a past ripe with possibilities
december two thousand eighteen
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The milky way parchment tears.
yes, I suppose so….