As a Superlative

I’m leaving, again,

across the narrow

valley of life, lost

and found; a shill

of a skeleton; mar

and screw; languid

and lachrymose; a

temptation carried

by flooded waters;

grave, sallow trees,

and yellow burden;

 

a wassail, a jaunt,

a mere hop-to-step,

and the grains of

sand transmute a

once wunderkind

along subdued gray

into a bird’s wing,

a jungle of blue cats,

and a swing set that

reaches a star’s door.

 

Among light and

dawn we dance in

gratitude — live it

again, and inspire

your heart to wring

the nectar from

king’s crowns and

business casual,

your vision grows

the more you see,

the more which hurts.

 

Be a superlative; your

dreams are pioneers.

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~ by Shawn M. Young on June 7, 2016.

One Response to “As a Superlative”

  1. Reblogged this on eclecticismgunfight and commented:

    Let’s stand together.

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