ground
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Oh!
How I long to soar
On gilded wings forevermore
But stuck I am upon this ground
My feet crunching, making sound
I'm afraid of the fall, not the ground.
I'm used to being on the ground, hitting the ground.
Flat on the floor
Where the body is in constant dispute
With its downward boundaries
At the pinnacle of collapse
The result
By itself
No questions in this mutual embrace
A solid companion
I watched the flames lick the ivory walls,
Of my house,
Of my home.
Now I trod on sodden ground,
Like a sponge under my feet.
I pick up the pieces,
Charred memories.
A single tear leaks from my soul.
