Middle ages man mourns,
in the depths of vague expectation,
the non-arrival of a mythic something;
some world confounding declaration;
some messianic consummation;
some something pinnacle unconquered.
He grieves over broken endings
and rages at ghostly silence.
Bruised by could have been's defiance,
he's saved by the tug of the ordinary
that brings him to here and now.
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