Incremental Departures

For the second time now, there has been this question lurking on the backside of my mind but then again, it was always there- searching for an answer with no true question to call it a question.  How can such a dilemma be brought on compared to simply being grounded—no, stapled into place?


Every corner- linked to frail wordings yet untold- beyond what shouldn’t be remotely considered as absolute perfection; however it was when the pastels of street lit lamps sought another figment within imagination…


Closing these lids only shadowed the limitlessness of it all


Drowned formations in punctuation, too read headlines after dusk; protruding intrusions declared they an augmentation of self worth…


Sanctioned by languages, there wasn’t much else to be written on the letters back home- leaving only another partial memory of when droplets of black met paper.