An untoward light

“This is the office of the Town Muse,” she said

And while her fingers touched the knob,

They bled as she opened the door

To the world beyond

That door that kept what led

To Possibility and to Wanting, and to

Darkness untoward, and to sublime light at once.

She fed on that dark light

And her view spread into the ways she’d thought

Her life would lead, but it hadn’t,

Yet – inconspicuously –

It had. 

And still, she had

Regained what once had fled

From her (thought-to-be) huge grasp,

Once thought to be remarkable,

Yet now, it fed

And failed on what she thought

Could be

But, instead, had spread 

Beyond 

Her darkest 
And lightest
Dream.