Daily Prompt: Construct

Photons have quotas,

Some places always stay dark.

We are built from light.

 

Come rest, enigmas.

Unravel like galaxies.

Flicker. Supernova.

 

This, our repertoire

Of unburdened destiny.

 

This, shallow armoire

Of ripened fruits, untasted.

 

The fountain of youth

Flows somewhere, regardless.

 

Someone, someday, will surely take a sip.

 

Construct

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