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| In my mind I’m building scaffolding on top of scaffolding on top of scaffolding, rising higher. So high, I don’t dare look down. Where is all this material coming from? How far have I over-reached? What is the true purpose of scaffolding? I have to think. I find I can’t control impulse to build this rising staircase to nowhere, as if it had purpose, leads me to wonder what I can’t escape while purposed to this rickety outcrop, as if chair back top to chair back top perilously climbed, but calm, safe in my contrived, virtual haven. It will collapse. Yes, but before it goes down, someone please notice mastery so futile, possibly artless, so I can disassemble? Do I hear response? What? You’re faint, far away. I’ve reached summit, realize the sky is my closest friend - ground my enemy. Perhaps, this is the point of no return. 7.11.22 10.5.22 edit 28 lines, free verse These artificial constructs in my mind feel favorable over anything tangible in my life like a rejecting fire. Summit To Insanity? |
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