Tagged: purpose

when there is no end

when there us no end
in sight, our minds make up a
mirage, a target,

a mission – between here abd
nowhere, the distance flickers
.
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after so much time

after so much time
has passed between
us, we still
imagine we
will meet there,
beneath that tree,
like a song,
so purposefully
accidental
.
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temptation is a

temptation is a
state of mind – we toggle the
on and off switch to

suit our purposes, step in
and out of our comfort zone
.
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the body launches

the body launches
into tomorrow and never
for once looks back.
the mind fidgets with
purpose, extending long
fingers into those lost
hours, marking an X
with a thumbnail
on the moments
that still itch
.
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a wisp of a child

with one small

with one small
gesture, my
purpose is
shelved, joy
bruised, like the sudden
emptiness flapping
at the end of
every storybook
.
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we are so far from those honey-

we are so far from those honey-
suckle-twisted
fences, looking in
on the cemetery of our
youth, without a trace
of fear
for our mortality, but
instead, for the boogie
man, for losing the way
home, for abandonment.

these days, we wear purpose-
pinned
fear, preparing
for that eclipsed
moment, when there is
no hope
of rescue,
and frailty
is a tarantula
of glances
.
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