out of reach.

A wish, these solitudes in dark wept, midnight

               exits in a dream, torturing you; emerges

     in oceans, as if the face of the sea-light

               is in a trance of wander, a dark mind urges

      this end of game; the half-lit stretch devours death

quietly in hyacinth winter as we left;

               a rock rises along the carved windfall, disowned

by the Gods—where we lay out of reach alone.

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Written for MMA Storytime’s Rispetto Poetry Prompt Challenge #2.

A Rispetto is a specific rhyming Italian poetic form that has eight lines with eleven syllables throughout each line.

Word for prompt: Game.

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