THIS IS A COLLECTION OF SHORT POEMS UNDER A SINGLE TITLE
LXVI. starlight, star bright,
only a fool asks you to fix their plight.
so i wish i may,
and i wish i might,
forget this business,
in all its' strife.
What did you think when you read that? What did you feel? Even if it was the most unintelligible scene or incomprehensible nonsense, tell me, please. I'd like to know.
some days, i remember, some days i don't. i've been asked what my metaphor for the stars truly means, and i'd answered with another poem. i am not here to tell you metaphors, i am here to tell a story. i applaud those who remain to guess, and those to accept the fluid dominion of the poetic imbalance.
it's getting dark, so i thank you.
yours elsewhere, caleb.