From the Incandescent Light

Though all is dark, from the incandescent light I sense longing and desires I have not felt for a while.

I feel the chill of looking too deeply into the depths of clutter which hides my needs.

I see dates long since gone and should have been cast away, but I cannot bring myself to part with. At least not yet.

Something is wrong. It is a stench that I cannot identify but I have known for a while and it forces me to look at things I don’t want to view. Things now unrecognizable.

There is a glass half empty or half full but, of what? And why?

I suspect that I have all the pieces to satisfy my needs.

“Would you shut the refrigerator door and come to bed? You can make a ham sandwich in the morning!”

Hopes dashed. Desires unfulfilled. But maybe it is all for the best. I see we are out of mustard.

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