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So I stand alone on this

This is where I landed

This is where I stand for now

Fallen from an oracles nightmare

Dismounted from a cloudy point of contact

At last, realizing whose fault's esteemed

Above glass chandeliers occupy the vast and mesmerizing flickers

I cusp within my hands a dismal bubbling flute and eclipse the weathered denial

Pampering pamphlets slid gracefully beneath my door

looking upon them is enough to stagger motor skills and my tongue cleaves

to front teeth like an anchor to the seafloor

Feels as though falling has succumbed yet again; a curling philosophy

an heirloom of genetics ponder its reflection into my life

© 2018 Courtney Grant

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