A life built on wishes--
the shape of
sculpted air
after a house of cards has fallen.
All fifty-two have to implode
to render gravity visible,
even if for one slow second.
To show how the
air still holds. Behind
eyes pressed closed, the outline
of that fragile high rise
framing the silhouettes of
other minds you can't imagine.
In they went, down they go
and for a zero brief moment
to stand alone above the
to stand alone above the
wreckage of hearts and clubs and diamonds.
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