The Line of Diminishing Return

The line of diminishing
Return is both
Empty and full and
Inscribed on my heart
Parti-coloured and
Blinding. I am
Scudding
Down the rainbow and
Finding there is
No pot of gold only
Shifting sands, no
Hand to haul the body
Out of trough and mire -
Where is the buoyant love that
Guided like a light? I am
Sinking in the
Weight of my own feats, the
Endeavours won and
All the glittering prizes
Lost in a fog of
Indulgence and time - the
Frogs I've kissed are
Lost and gone and only
Empty mists remain.

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