CRUMBLING

Step through eggshells

Careful not to crack one

On a path darkly lit

Blindfolded, alone

Navigate this, o, traveler

It was perfect ere you came

Now, the eggs are cracked

Oozing into pavement

Into dust

My castle’s a crumblin’

My foundations crack’d.

 

RhB 20161104 328P

 

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