Unintentionally, I was over-thinking the process, wanting to extend the metaphor beyond its breaking point, pulling it to a grander conclusion, an epiphany moment with golden wings, blinding the reader.
However, the reason for the poem’s refusal to transform lay in the fact the short fifteen lines were all that were actually needed. It exists now almost as a quiet, unrhymed sonnet.
[fade to soft grey with the turning of the page]
Brevity sometimes is the best answer.
A lack of resolution can act as a form of resolution.
Metaphors do not need clarification.