Above

Location

Sometimes the earth dwindles so far into the canyon crevices of my palm.

I can't make it out from the rest anymore.

And I hope, just hope

One day that it grows large enough to suit me.

Longing for a place

Above the pomp and Trompe-l'œil

A place for me.

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