……over the edge

 where are you?

I look everywhere

for the foundation, something solid

on which to plant four feet

and enjoy the sun

and yet we have hardly begun.

 

Your laugh echoes

disturbing my natural compass

my balance, my wanting,

the happy but ricocheting sound

defies the possibility

of physical mobility

 

so that we can simply meet

in measured, metered ground,

that suits your needs.

Should I build this place?

Should I continue searching

and end this eternal floating?

 

Is that you, behind the sky

that is so impenetrably clouded

by the devils of others’ reality?

Then an opaque realisation;

your shadow glanced there

but again only fresh earth bare.

 

Where are your footprints

in my tiny sphere of reference?

Is that your dear, soft face,

in the shattered reflection

of my pooled teardrops.

Please find my arms and make this stop……………

 

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