
Above us
open spaces.
Limitations
still.
Voices carry
so far
you wonder.
Imagination,
not always truthful,
not always clear.
Desire for something greater.
Unchecked expectations,
how can you know
where
you are?
Shadows simply
shade the past.
What illuminates your future?
Little by little
infinite increments
of
your self,
of
your soul
swallowed up in darkness,
awaiting broad daylight.
© 2019 j.g. lewis
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