Quicksand

I’m sinking in your quagmire

Pretending it means something

Pretense that it mattered

I falter in the act of hope

An act of solo solidarity 

Me-and-my-shadow-esque

Solid ground gives after belief dies

Pillars of marble splinter to fill

When the glass has been taken

The Winoow is called a hole in the wall

My foundation was built on pixie dust 

Dreams live only where hope and belief dance

The record player is quiet

The band has the day off

I strive to build a bridge

You’ve burnt away the forest

An empty field is what  we share

The grass has been pastured

Stubble and rain of tears is left

The fragility of life is a measure

What we need and want

And what we do to keep it

The pixie dust has consumed me

Your quagmire turned quicksand

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