Stretched thoughts on stretched paper,
lines that require filling to stretch even further,
even further than before and even before that too.
Forever expanding thoughts ongoing into eternity
like moths continually attracted and drawn to the Light.
What saith you who reads between the lines, missing
the point of the flame that ignited the fire from the beginning?
Nonsensical ramblings that come from the place of stretching,
posing such difficulty to comprehend their origins or purpose.
Stretched thoughts on stretched paper never letting up,
like oxygen gulps of the much needed air supply to keep flying.....
Here is the Link to D'verse Poets where one gets to share poetry: