conflating catharsis with spectacle

my gambit is that poetry doesn’t need 
scores of nature metaphors 
or anthemic choirs or dreams
that read like eulogy;
I can achieves goosebumps 
with minimal embellishment.

The tragedy of my Observatory is 
it can’t escape the shadow 
of poetry that can now no longer be.

Because I am no longer young, 
looking at the world with big eyes,
plastered bold upon the horizon of possibility, 
my pragmatic approach may not be as romantic,
but these poems contend to avail of something better
giving yourself/myself permission to move on.