The Broken Pedestal

I wish to find you in the

morning

lifting me up

as I spill over you

Witness of nothing

for you stand in your ivory tower

demanding answers of a broken text

you cannot fathom

Broken doubts

as we crashed together

spinning yarns of honey that fall from

Our mouths

semaphore signal and low flying Cessna

chasing the dream

out of place

Spinning

within the space between

notebooks never realized for the daemons

hold you close

Don’t step now

you might fall from the pedestal

where I’ve placed you

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